Just had my uncle's funeral.
He was an alcoholic with a gambling addiction and he was that kind of casual intolerant that you were unable to dent with any kind of pushback, and he was also funny as hell and good at cards and loved his friends, the Beatles and his mum. (Nan passed about two months before he did and if you put on basically ANY music other than the Beatles he would grouch about it.)
He loved those tasteless stubby holders with tits on them and mugs that said "take a viagra and have a midlife crisis." He was always too poor to have much of his own but loved riding in his neighbours sports car. He pushed all his romantic relationships away over the years because he was stubborn and refused to change or get help for his various addictions. All he wanted at the end of his illness with prostate cancer was to get back to work in the department store where he worked for thirty years. So many of his workmates were at the funeral and seemed genuinely moved by his death.
He adored Xmas and giving gifts even though he was broke as hell. He always made fun of my hair and talked over me when I tried to actually have a conversation with him and he loved sharing celebrations with us. He snored like a freight train and never forgot a birthday, and was a sentimental sap who kept every birthday card he'd ever gotten and his old teddy that had no eye, one ear and almost no fur.
the words of my sister, he was a pain in the ass but I will miss him. Xmas will never be the same. Vale, Kaney.