My husband passed away at a young age due to his love of alcohol, and his drinking buddies came to pay their respects. In his later years, when he was sick on his bed, he didn't need a funeral. He said the last words to his friends were that he would be happy if they could drink with a smile on their faces before he took his last breath. Understanding my husband's wishes, I got drunk and talked about my husband's memories with my drinking buddies. I was sexually harassed by a naughty mourner, but as a widow, my sexually frustrated body reacted, and I ended up having sex with him at his grave, even though it was inappropriate.