Tomorrow afternoon is the visitation at the funeral home for MIL. Monday late morning is the funeral.
FIL has spent so much time keeping so much bottled up for the past few months (years?) that he is currently talking non-stop. Most of the stories are fun. Some are deadly dull. He hasn't done too much repeating, but that's coming.
It's ok. I still love him. He loves everyone. It sorta cracks me up, and sorta makes me cringe.
The whole situation is random and surreal.