He died about the time S_C and I were settling into one anothers' pockets,and he went with me to his funeral. In Owego.

He'd become an episcopalian. Ookay. The Bill Nelson I knew was a bigot. I sat down with my half-sister with her Indian husband and my black SO. And I laughed at the man we were supposed to be mourning.

I did not say anything remotely unseemly about the fact that his daughters preferred browns.