My uncle died last week. He was a really amazing man. My aunt has been collecting stories for a eulogy, and I wrote this up. I'm posting it here mostly for online back-up purposes, but feel free to read it. If you know me in real life and have ever wondered why I'm so weird, this might give some perspective. Also, so no one thinks I've made a mistake, or am being disrespectful, mat preferred his name to be spelled with a lowercase m and one t. Mat Mat was the embodiment of everything I love about my family of origin. Thoughtful intelligence, deep love and strong bonds, adventure and misadventure, epic story telling. Most of all, humor, lots and lots of often dark and inappropriate humor. Listening to my mom and aunts and uncle tell stories of family dinners with mat’s epic tales of “Dr. Lardo”, breaking the tension and reducing everyone to hysterics, it makes me wonder if mat made us all what we are. I knew my grandparents as humor ...