Last night I headed out to see Rebirth Brass Band, a group out of New Orleans, at Brooklyn Bowl. And as I was listening and singing along and moving about, I reminded myself that this music was not only played in celebrations of life, but in death as well. And it made me a little sad that we don't do that in my family, that instead of being joyful that a life has been lived, there is mainly only mourning for the life that has ended. So for the night, I celebrated, and let the music remind me of how good things can be. And note to my own family for the hopefully far, far, far off distant future, when I leave this world, I think a parade of brass would be pretty great. Just saying.