Just Catching Up With The Soprano Family

A relative recently passed away. Our fairly large family gathered for the funeral, as well as a lot of family friends, neighbours, ex-colleagues, etc. The deceased was a very well-liked man.

This meant that a lot of people there didn’t know each other.

At the wake, I was sitting at a table with several old friends of the deceased, most of whom hadn’t met a lot of our family before, making small talk. My mother and niece walked by, chatting about how the funeral planning went. My mother did a lot of the work, and she called on my niece at the last minute to help her put together a slide show of photographs to be shown during the service.

Mum: “I’m so glad you could help, [Niece]. Sorry it was so last minute. What were you doing when I called? You sounded busy.”

Niece: “I was in the middle of a murder.”

Mum: “I got you while you were doing a murder? Oh, no. I’m sorry, flower!”

They walked away, continuing their conversation. I looked around the table to see awkward, weirded-out looks on the faces of those with me.

Me: “[Niece] is a detective sergeant. She was doing the murder investigation.”

People At The Table: “Oh!”

Relief all around.