Statistically speaking, there are two popes per square kilometer in Vatican City.
Burial ceremony went well, as did the luncheon. Some guy introduced himself to me as my 'day-dee's cuzzzen' in such a manner as to make me imagine that it should have been followed by '...and nephew and/or brother-in-law.' Gotta love having family from the south.
There was a kid at the luncheon that do the Rubik's cube in like 30 seconds. I felt inferior.
Mom asked me randomly if I liked Linda. I don't know why she asked, but I answered affirmatively.
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