In the days before Grandpa died, he was in-and-out of consciousness, and uncommunicative. There are many funeral details that never had the chance to be discussed – many of which we are sorting out today. But he was very clear about what he would like to be buried in: black pants, a flannel shirt, and a baseball cap.
I cannot think of anything more perfect.
And it’s good to know I come by my emphasis on wardrobe honestly. :)