When you’re walking in with the family, the thing to do is to try to look as devastated as you possibly can, whether you knew or liked the deceased or not. Crying is good for the older girls, the miscellaneous cousins ages seventeen and up. Little girls shouldn’t cry. They don’t have to. They come down the aisle in their little white dresses with their sweet, sad little faces, and, my Lord, they look like they’re torn up over it. Then you’re torn up over it because you love them a little bit and you end up loving the deceased a little bit too. Whether you liked them or not.