When a much loved uncle died before Christmas a few years ago, family travelled from hundreds of miles, from all over UK to go to his funeral. The night before the funeral we all met up at a hotel with carvery, ate as we arrived in groups, then all converged in the bar. We had a wonderful evening, all talking and laughing about family history, and then attended the funeral and official wake the next day, more sedate, more sombre and having enjoyed our family meet up the evening before. All agreed, including my aunt, his widow, that he would have loved the evening and she was touched that so many family wanted to travel so far to pay respect to a much loved man.