My brother loves me.
The day of my aunt's funeral was the longest damn day of my life. She became an arm chair bible thumper later in life. Didn't practice what she preached and twisted the bible to suit her needs. The pastor was from her church that gave the service. The man preached more about Jesus then he eulogiest my aunt. That damn sermon went on for a brain numbing half an hour. My evil auntie next to me was squirming just as bad as I was. We wanted out. We wanted a drink.
Oh yeah? Did I mention that there was no booze served at the luncheon after wards?
For Christ's sake! My crazy aunt was Irish! After every thing was said and done Evil Auntie, her hub and I went to a pub close to my dad's house to slam down a few. We had to make it quick because I needed to change my clothes and get ready for the wedding rehursal.
I finally get to my dad's house and make my way to the basement where we are staying. My dad has a refinished basement and it is like having your own apt. down there. So as I laid on the floor rolling around with Pudd'n I was pissing and moaning how I needed another glass of whiskey. My brother went up stairs and then came down to place a flask in front of my face. I lit up like a kid at Christmas and high tailed my ass upstairs to get some ice and a glass.
My brother does love me!