I would groan except that a couple of weeks ago I actually DID go to a funeral for a woman who was my childhood neighbor. She passed away in February at age 102. This woman had a daughter a couple of years younger than me. We were childhood sweethearts but then drifted apart. I remember when the neighbor revealed to her family that she had breast cancer. She later had the "double radical" surgery, but her daughter came over to cry on my mother's shoulder because she feared the worst. 70+ later, the neighbor passed - but not of cancer. It was sad, but at the same time a celebration of someone who had, as a barely-out-of-her-teens woman, worked for the WW II effort because she was a trained seamstress. She made ties for U.S. Army office and dress uniforms. Her kids grew up and are now themselves parents. Her grandson is a firefighter. Rest in peace, Miss Lucy!