"'Tis impossible to be sure of any thing but Death and Taxes," The Cobbler of Preston by Christopher Bullock (1716) The first funeral I attended without my family was for a schoolmate during high school. As I walked into the viewing room, I heard the wailing. His mother was hugging every person individually and each recipient would hold her upright as she was crushed by waves of grief. Along with her wailing, she would shake her head and mutter statements of disbelief and sadness. I'd never Continue reading