Toasting the dead

My grandfather-in-law's favourite drink was London Dock, a sweet and
rich rum; a bottle of it gets brought to family events when his
memory is raised. So, on the occasion last week of the 95th
anniversary of his and my grandmother-in-law's wedding, we shared
around a bottle of the stuff and drank to their health at their
graveside. His own father's headstone is the white one; his is the
brown one just behind; his wife's headstone is just outside the frame.

There were about thirty of us there. The oldest present for the toast
was his 89-year-old daughter, in blue, bottom left. There were young
ones, though not in the picture. A little rum was poured on his grave
afterwards; twenty years after his death, he may not be in any
condition to appreciate it, but one should not be too sure.