Father in Law gone to God

My father in law - affectionately known by everyone as Spud turned 94 on Monday 7 November, sad thing was he was in a semi-coma in hospital having lots of morphine pumped into him, he died on 10 November.  One of only a few years since I have known him, that I did I not get him a birthday cake.  He loved anything with sugar.....chocolates, biscuits, cake......we even put a bag of lollies in the coffin with him!  Spud couldn't go into eternity without a bag of sweeties in his pocket.

I wrote his Death Notice - 

Spud was a gentleman of the old school - charming, honest, loyal and friendly and would talk to anyone (it was said he was inoculated with a gramophone needle sharpened on the Blarney Stone). He was kind and generous to a fault, but would drive across 3 suburbs to save 20c at the supermarket. His life was shaped by his parents Michael & Henrietta, growing up in Glebe in the Depression in a family of 13 kids. He worked hard, wasted nothing, but would give you his last two bob if you needed it. He married Dulcie (“Skinny”) in 1940 and he lovingly cared for her till her last day in 2008. He was adored by all his extended family and all who knew him 

The pretty much summed him up - a lovely man.  I keep imagining his reception in the hereafter......all those relatives and all those mates from all those 94 years there to meet him.....a lot with a beer in their hands for him....and ALL of them talking at once!

A fellow came up to my husband after the ceremony and hoped he did not mind him coming to the funeral, but he had read the death notice in the paper and felt he had to come and see the sort of fellow who had that written about him.  So I am glad I was able to do something special for you Spud right at the very end.  Lots of people will miss you.