I suppose it was too much to hope that a simple funeral could go according to plan. The next time the family presence is required, perhaps I can bribe Bellatrix to attend instead.
I am quite certain I was not expecting my day to go in that direction. I'm certainly not complaining; far from it. It will be a good while before I stop thinking about it. I congratulate myself on my foresight in carrying the vials of potions in my cigarette case, though; without two vials of healing draught I shouldn't think returning home would have been an option.
I do hope Black isn't too put out that I didn't share.