My wife's uncle died over the weekend. He lived on the other side of the country so I didn't meet him until the rehearsal dinner for my wedding. He showed up wearing jeans, a fancy suit jacket with a silk handkerchief sticking out of the breast pocket, and a Garbage Pail Kids t-shirt. He spent ten minutes explaining to me why sparkling wine from New Mexico is better than champagne from France. Then he discussed his upbringing in India and described why the Indian food in Queens is the best in the world.
At the end of the night, I said, "We have got to spend more time with that guy. It's nice to know you have at least one relative I get along with."
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