Pete on Nostr: My mother's a bloody star, losing her marbles for sure, but a star. It was her ...

My mother's a bloody star, losing her marbles for sure, but a star. It was her brother's (my uncle's) funeral yesterday and she was to read a poem. The order of service had the words of the usual 'He is Gone' sentimental nonsense printed, but my mother walks up to the lectern and starts "There once was a man from Nantucket … "
To a few gasps, then laughs, she then paused and got back to the script. I know for sure it's what he would have wanted.