Died recently and what I found most inspiring the fact he'd just two people attend his funeral ~ partner and nephew in his case ~ which I like the idea of for my own.
My favourite tale concerning was the time Billy Connolly and mother, born and bred in Glasgow, visited him and from the patio admired a San Fernando valley sprawled out below under the sort of sky that appeared in his paintings.
Mother's only observation: 'A drying day like this and not a washing-line in sight?'
