It was a nice quick internment for my uncle today. He wasn't a religious man so there was no minister, just a military squad of 4- a colonel two NCOs and a bugler who played taps. He earned his purple heart in Korea after he got hit with artillery shrapnel. It was kind of strange being there as two of the people that worked with me are buried in the same cemetery. I tried to find the grave of the gal who died about 18 years ago, soon after she turned 40, but no luck. I'm running out of family to bury so I'm getting to the top of the list.
It was pretty weird also since my uncle's stepson's (my cousin
through marriage) son has brain cancer and was next to me at lunch. Having just dealt with a brain cancer death and finding out his wife's sister died two years ago of brain cancer, you start to wonder what's going on. Hopefully he'll do better than the other two. Enough morbidity.