Short course in death

My brother can sleep anywhere.

My (83 year old) dad made the coffin and nearly ended up in it because he worked into the night to make it - refused to go to bed. Last night everyone had their faces painted lying in it - there was a queue. Cool idea nicked from Copperdollar nightclub at Glastonbury. Inspiration is everywhere.

Smashing party I think. Happy and relieved and tired. We worked right up to beyond the start time to get everything ready. Thankfully we had a small army of friends to help on the day and in the afternoon guests arrived with slaws and salsas, fruit and cakes to add to the fiesta table. Having everyone's input was absolutely one of the best things about it for me. The sugar skulls went down a storm - each child decorated one and took them home at the end. Mexican music, ridiculous decs, fascinating conversations about death and plenty of laughter. All in all a resounding success but I remember now, I'm too old for this malarkey!

Another pic to come tomorrow - this doesn't exactly sum it up!