Pretty awful title I know. Is it distasteful to blog about death? I am not sure. I recently lost an uncle to lung-cancer. He had been a confirmed smoker, drinker, and perhaps partaker of other substances for all of his adult life. He was the youngest boy of a family of seven children, second youngest overall. You could say he was a 'black-sheep'...but he was loved. Loved by his parents, loved by his siblings, and loved at times by us, his nephews and nieces. He was also a total pain in the arse to all of the above on many occasions when a little too much drink was in him. He ...