So they buried my Uncle yesterday. It was a sad moment. It is a heart-wrenching and rare thing to see my father cry. I have only seen him do that a few times in my life, it always pains me. My father and his brothers are beautiful men. I never needed The Distinguished Gentleman or any of the old films of Humprhey Bogart, Cary Grant, or the classy men on screen. I had them at home. My father and his brothers are suave, beautiful men, debonair and charming. I had my uncles and my father. That is all I needed.