I went to a friend’s funeral yesterday. She was 96 and I’d first met her about 20 years ago; an engaging conversationalist and always classy. When I last saw her in the hospital, even though obviously nearing death, she remained witty, perceptive and a pleasure to be around. The pictures on a table at the graveside service showed that she was quite gorgeous as a young lady. Even in old age she had a special spark about her.