"If being stuffed into last year's dress pants at his cousin Patrick's wake weren't uncomfortable enough, Jimmy is told by his mother that he has to give the eulogy at the funeral the next day. What could he possibly say? Patrick ruined everything they did, and Jimmy can't recall one birthday party, family gathering, or school event with him that didn't result in injury or destruction. With humor, heartfelt concern, and a good deal of angst, Jimmy racks his brain for a decent and meaningful memory to share while navigating the odd social norms of a wake. Then he realizes that sometimes it's not the words spoken, but what is heard that truly matters"--Dust jacket flap.
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