My wife and I were having dinner the other night, when my dad called and told me that he had some bad news.  I asked him what was going on, and he told me that he had just gotten word that his mother, my grandmother had passed away.  He said that he had to go up to her house, and that the funeral was going to be happening on the weekend.  He needed to get started on writing his “eulogy for a mother” that he had thought of when she had gotten sick.  He wanted everything to be perfect for her.