A psychic aunt called me heartless at Thanksgiving. Things got weird at the funeral.
7 min readNov 25, 2020
Sixteen years ago, my Uncle Bill — which is to say my cousin’s Uncle Bill, a Reagan-haired giant who visited infrequently, but whose reputation as a Southern-bred raconteur loomed large — descended on our Thanksgiving celebration with his three ex-wives and their full brigade of offspring.