Inspiration can sometimes be found at a funeral, and not just when the deceased has achieved fame. I recently attended the funeral of Leonard Davis, the father of childhood friends. The Davises were different in our neighborhood because Mr. Davis was an alcoholic. And he was the kind of alcoholic that heaped personal hardship and public shame upon his five children and his long-suffering wife.
I had expected that his funeral would be like most of the funerals of folks who had led deeply flawed lives. A rented organist renders a heart-tugging gospel song. A few relatives give remarks. The obituary is read