And eyes that cried

Jack and I went to a wake yesterday. I explained to him some of the cultural differences in dealing with death and the process of grieving in different religions. He was quiet as we drove away and I thought pensive and introspective so I left him alone for a bit. Then as his brother, whom had waited in the car because he was "not ready" to see a dead body, and I were walking with him to breakfast, he said, "How do did they fit the plates around the body in the old days when it was laid out on the table?" So much for a literal interpretation of the things that come out of my mouth. I suggested perhaps they had Hors D'oeuvres.