We, uh, we had a reception at our place after my mom’s funeral, and… it was miserable. I was miserable, and my dad… Took my hand and he said, uh, ”Let’s get the hell outta here, Katie.” And we took the “Q” train, and we went up to Coney Island. And we walked up and down that beach, just enjoying ourselves. We were still in our funeral clothes. And the best part was that we made this little guy out of the twigs and twine that washed up on the shore.