It's... surreal to go to a wake where most of the music that's played is Styx and Rush. It's a reminder, beyond even the life of the person we celebrated and mourned, that I and mine are middle aged and getting older every day. That this was one of the early ones (though not the first), but more and more we will find ourselves sitting with friends we haven't seen -- sometimes for twenty years or more -- who have changed immeasurably while off screen, even though your mental image has stayed the same and it feels like just months since the last time you were together... and prog rock that stopped being cool before we stopped being cool plays in the background and you drink gin fizzes and talk about the person you knew and loved and threw up next to and who you never actually will see again.
That's all. Just... surreal.
That's all. Just... surreal.