Death seems to be doing a little tidying up in my family this year. Unsurprising, of course. When you mention the passing of your 88 year old aunt, or even your 76 year old mother, no-one is shocked. Sympathetic, but yeah, where is there to go after that? Just Nature doing some spring cleaning. So, another mail today, telling of the death of my 85 year old great aunt, is going to raise no eyebrows outside the family. And I'd seen very little of her through the years, being abroad for nearly 20 of them, and raising small children, I'd missed most of the weddings, parties, and even funerals, which would have given me the opportunity to get to