The kids have been to two funerals in less than a week. We didn't really attend the second one, just worked at the post-funeral lunch.
Noah hauled the 22-pound bags of ice, which was a big help. He's always said that he doesn't want to have a funeral when he dies. He wants to have what he calls a "funneral". He imagines his friends and family getting together to play games, have a water slide and a cookout (he always emphasizes that he wants lots of food at the funneral), and just have a good time celebrating and remembering him. He wants it to be a happy occasion with no tears. I tell him that he's telling the wrong person, because I don't intend to be the one arranging his funneral.