I believe ancientgran and I hold a similar understanding of the term wake but most others seem to call the reception that. I don’t know what we call it - usually just mentioned in the paper as ‘refreshments’ and in person as ‘you’ll be coming back for a cuppy tea and a piece’
The pall bearers did a splendid job. Utterly splendid. Although like you, I think PP would have had a sly wry grin at anything untoward.
As would my granda. Things went a bit awry at his graveside. It was snowy and slippy and he went down at a bit of a jaunty angle.
Men were in wellies over the top of their Sunday best and the grip on them was questionable. The cold made the grip with their hands a bit dodgy too. Someone lost a bunnet.
A little swear was heard.
And my granda would have chuckled behind his hands all day long. The gasps followed by giggles would have been a story he would have loved to tell everyone.
He would, had he had the choice, been carried to his resting place by the Shires and Clydes that he worked in his younger years.
I believe he would have loved the Duke’s funeral very much due to the inclusion of his horses.
And I remember my granda’s funeral fondly. My other granda, who died about 5 months later, held my hand for the very last time.
Grandas can be the solid arm of support in times of trouble. And I have that in common with PW. I could have done anything with them by my side.
His funeral would have made him smile too. A very dodgy rendition of Lena Martell’s one day at a time would have had him helpless with laughter. I hope he didn’t mind me laughing through my tears.