Here Comes The Sun, Little Darling

We walked in and "Here Comes The Sun," was playing. Liz spun E, who is going on three but thinks she's in her 20s, around in circles.
"There's Laura," said my great uncle Alvin, "I can always tell where she is by her laugh; she's always laughing."
"That's true," says my grandma, "she is always laughing, isn't she?"
Laura is one of my favorite people in the whole entire family.
"Do you remember who this is?" someone asked me. I had no clue. "It's Grandma's sister's daughter." She had the classic Barry dry sense of humor and apparently enjoys mowing people's yards and plowing their snow...? Her daughter, her daughter's daughter, and her daughter's daughter's sons were there as well and I started figuring out how all these people fit into the family. :P She and my grandma discussed their clothing sizes and their exercise habits.
Harold, a friend of the family's for probably 70 years, came up to my sister and I asked why there hadn't been a Christmas picture of us this year.
"We're thinking of bringing it back next year; a lot of people told us they missed it."
"All the old people we know asked us why we didn't have one," I remarked to my sister after Harold walked off.
"Yeah," she agrees. "Maybe we should take one and make a couple of copies for the people who asked about it."
Later, my grandma and her niece we sitting down. "Why, aren't you sitting down?" Grandma asks Britt and me.
"We've got to stand up while we're still able to," I tell her mischievously.
"Did you her that?" Grandma asks her niece, as if she's shocked but I can tell she's amused.
"I'm just teasing," I said. "You're always teasing me."
"Am I?" asked Grandma. Oh goodness, lol.
Britt and I were bored the majority of the time so after a while we went off to find the bathroom -- which was in the basement (called the "first floor" - nice euphemism...) past some doors that said "storage" and "employees only!" with keypad locks. Great...
Liz isn't officially a part of the family, but watching her talk to everyone I thought she looked like a good fit. Grandma doesn't like that she's Catholic, however... *eye roll*
I only got asked twice if I was in college *sigh of relief* and was interrupted before I could answer the dreaded "why not..?" question. My great uncle Alvin of 90 years, my grandma's brother, told me that since I was a "good lookin' gal" I needed to carry a baseball bat with me if I did go to school.
The West Chapel was decorated in soft, soothing pastels and had a mural of Grecian columns on one wall, which are a symbol of stability, all of which I found interesting.
"Did you hear Lanny's little boy?" my Grandma asked me. "'I'm bored.' I told him, 'you'll just have to deal with it.' 'I knoowww,' he said," and she laughed.
Mom and Britt and I went out to get the car. Carl, the one my Grandma thinks tells too raunchy of jokes, caught us on the way out. "Have you been feeling better?" he asks me. I sighed in my head. Nobody can forget that silly hospital incident of last summer, it seems.
"Yeah, I've been doing really good."
"Well, we were praying for you a lot for a while there, like every night!"
"We appreciate it," my mother replies.
In the car, while waiting for my grandma and aunt, mom says, "This is where my dad was. But on the other side, I think. ...It was all a blur."
My mom, on the way home: "Brian was the most upset out of all of them; he was crying when we talked to him. He's not his real son, is he?"
"No," said my grandma. "But he was really little. And he knew that Ben always treated him like his own son. And Big Mouth Carol - that was his first wife - had to go and tell him! Did Laura say if they found out what caused it?"
"It was a heart attack."
He died in bed, with a lit cigarette in his hand. He had a little dog who didn't want to leave his side. It's funny how animals know these things.
Well, anyway, viewing are interesting events. You learn a lot about family history and see a lot of people you never see.