Lonely Star: Fanfiction/RPG discussion

[piosenniel]

Asked Bird what the shapechanger traditional wake was like:

The Body of an American
By Shane MacGowan (1986)

"The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead man lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his father's laid

But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey..."

. . . something like that, but without the Caddy.

Could be fun! A whiskey in one hand, and a Guinness in the other!