My funeral has been postponed due to a miraculous eleventh hour recovery. I suppose that is just as well, because Tom Waits had a prior commitment that would have prevented him from performing a live version of his album Raindogs at the wake. Special thanks to my kids, who brought me various containers in which to vomit while my doctor wife was preparing to go to a concert with her girlfriends. The detailed notes about my funeral I took during this ordeal will be saved in my drafts folder, to be retrieved when I eventually contract Ebola or SARS or Breakin’ 2 Electric Boogaloo. Happy weekend to you all.