We buried Jeremy.
Juan came from Oxford en route to a conference on the continent. Kenton flew down from Glasgow. Sue took the train from Manchester. Jeremy's brothers and extended family all came, as did a number of Jeremy's chums from hospital and many of his musician pals who had played with him over the years. Lots of old faces I hadn't seen in ages.
Everyone celebrated Jeremy's life. We spoke of his generosity and kindness. And of course, the Jeremy stories started to circulate.
Blimey, sometimes mad buggers can say really truthful things elegantly and wittily.