[ He's somewhat grateful for the fact that the shit isn't being dredged up as is right now. It's not that he doesn't necessarily want to address it - he does, and definitely will in future - but there's enough shit circling the drain right now as is. The funerals, the digging, the planning. He guesses he never really appreciated how much work went into something like this. ]

All right, cool. We could use all hands on deck that we can get. [ He pauses a moment, running his fingers lightly over his chin as he thinks, follows her around like a lost dog. ] Like the wake, yeah. I ain't no expert; I only been ta one of these things before, but, uh. There was plenty'a booze around. Good for people minglin'. Good for bein' sad too, I figger.