a Victoria-ism. . . .

we left town this morning and headed over to the west side of the state for a funeral.  Den's uncle passed away mid-week.  Most of the kids were fine with going but Colson and Brennan were pretty adamant about not attending the funeral.  Brennan said he still has bad memories from when he attended his great-grandmas funeral.  So while all this conversation is going on Tori is sitting and listening, not saying much other than, "how much longer 'till we're at the funeral?"  After we arrive and sit down, Tori says, loudly, "where is the dead body at?" we try real hard not to laugh, it is supposed to be rather a somber tone, but there were a few snickers by the older boys (of course not me!!) as we try and explain to her about where his body is, which by the way we couldn't quite figure out ourselves.  There was no body, there was no mention of a body, nor were there ashes!  I guess it was a "memorial" and not a "funeral".