Instead, I went with my mother to the crematorium, along with two of my boys, to visit the place where we scattered his ashes. Afterwards, a meal and a toast. Though knowing my father he'd rather have a meal of toast.
My mother has not remarried nor had any interest in any other man. She loved him and will love him until she dies.
That is the kind of devotion that is so lacking in today's world.
In his memory, here's something that always made him laugh, no matter how often he saw it.