We didn't see Rufus... but we didn't wander around, either.
We did the ceremony, which was... "for the family" as they say. But we'd burned out grieving on Saturday. Sunday was pretty brutal.
We carried the casket to the hearse, got in our cars, followed at 1 mph for about 50 yards, and did our little pallbearers bit. Didn't realize until we were there that we were next to Isaac Hayes. Whoah.
The whole thing was unreal, but we did our best to honor our Reatard, and the family cooperated. Amazing.