I had heard horror stories of the families of gays taking charge, because the friends and even partners of the deceased had no legal authority, nor any sympathy in the views of the larger, straight world. But that sort of thing, I had thought, was something of the past. Wasn’t there the legalization of gay marriage in Canada—andthe U.S., for that matter?
But George had no legal partner. Joe had left him, and his friends—well, they were just friends. I suppose what bothered me was how his family just suddenly appeared. I had only ever met George’s brother, who was, like him, gay. George’s father had died years before, and it was the women of the family now who took over.