In memory of my husband, who died young due to the curse of a drinker, my drinking companions came to pay their respects. He doesn't need a funeral in his late sick bed. After saying that he would be happy if his friends and you drank with a smile, he died a short time later. Taking into account the intentions of such a deceased husband, I drink with my drinking companions who mourn and talk about my husband's memories, and I drink heavily. And even though I was sexually harassed by a naughty mourner, my frustrated body reacted because I was a widow.
