Before my favorite brother, D., died, before in fact he graduated to fentanyl and vodka cocktails, he used to love scotch so much it was a family joke. Because we’re Irish! Haha, ha, haha. Addiction, it runs in our family and this funeral—I mean celebration—will certainly be no place to deny that. Hard truth will be spoken, indulgences indulged. I can’t wait to see D. in the afterlife, so there had better be an afterlife. And he better be clean in it. I really miss him.
