Lets be honest;

I feel like I should be more sad and although I justify my lack of emotion by the old adage of the long and happy life, I can see that there is more to this story. Maybe I'm just too tired to care. But I also know that life's weary trudge tends to accentuate these feelings, not the contrary.

I loved to see the faces and hear those stories. The ones from a time long past of decaying grandure and a life lived in cheating and betrayal, and for the three siblings which have all ended up 90 year later in the same place. My very own family version of A Streetcar Named Desire.

So as the catered sandwiches are wrapped and returned to the ice box, the teapot washed, and the china returned to the kitchen, you've got to wonder about this all.

Should we be expecting our own unhappy ending?