I think I'm gonna try to be a Jew when I die so I can have a Dead Spread
at least as good as today's. It was a very classy affair with lovely
presentation and appointments. I've never attended a Jewish funeral
and it was a lovely memorial service for my friend's sister. The rabbi
was a young chap and his words were very nice. A couple of the Psalms
read were very familiar and the prayer after the kaddish was some bunch
of beautiful words -- one of the women from school who was there said
she has it and is going to resurrect it and send it to me. If I don't
hear from her within a week or so, I'll contact the synagogue.

The Dead Spread: Something on the order of a frittata or baked eggy
dish - it had potatoes in it; a beautiful fruit plate with cantaloupe,
whole strawberries, honeydew, and grapes; scalloped pineapple (I think);
tuna salad; mixed breads; lox with onion, tomatoes, and cucumbers. The
synagogue is bright and new and their social area is in the front of the
building at the main entrance. The tables were appointed with cloths
and stemmed glasses with cloth napkins artfully folded and tucked in
each glass. I think there was a dessert table but I didn't see it.

Enough already. Rest in peace, Barbie.
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