Last Friday, Linda and I buried our son. Even though we had already had a memorial service in June, the actual burial was the harder of the two. However, some innocent comedic relief was provided by our 5 year old grandson, Logan that I want to share. As I sat on my bed getting dressed, Logan came in to talk to me. He and his brother, Luca had already been advised about Daniel’s passing as well as that he had “accidentally” shot himself. Logan knew we were going to a ceremony and to bury Uncle Daniel. He asked, “Grandpa, where is Daniel?” I admitted that he was in our house. His eyes got wide and he said, “Where are you hiding him?” I tried my best not to laugh and said I would show him after I got dressed. He begged me to confide in him and promised not to tell anyone. He said we can do a “pinky swear” so, we did and I said Daniel was in my office. A bit later, Luca came into me and said Logan had told him. So much for pinky swears. Later, I showed them the urn and Logan, ever t