I realised I didn't know enough about the funeral I was writing about. So I got a local paper last night and found a likely funeral and went to it, a bit nervously, early this morning, to watch.

I learned a lot of things, some of which will make it into the scene, and some of which will be left out but will still make me feel like I know what I'm talking about when I'm writing.

One thing that may or may not make it into the book, though, is this piece of urgent advice, which I will pass on to all of you: Do Not, even for purposes of researching a novel, Eat Curried Goat For Breakfast. One day you'll thank me.