In an ever-lengthening pastoral ministry, I have had occasion to officiate more funerals than I can count. Some are more memorable than others. My father-in-law's, for example. He was 76-yearsold and suffered from Alzheimer's. He was a good husband, father, brother, friend, Pop-pop, even in-law (and, no doubt, I sometimes made that difficult). Fred Eaton served his country with distinction as a pilot during World War II flying over 100 missions both in Europe and the Pacific. He was forced to ditch in a swamp in Papua, New Guinea, where he and his crew dodged the Japanese for several days (eating nothing but what they could forage from the land — until his last days, Dad would not eat anything with gravy on it because he wanted to know what was going in his mouth). Eventually he led his me…