While I'm stuck at home feeling very sick, this is what is going on outside my house.

A very popular neighbour was killed in a car crash at the weekend. He was a highly successful businessman, and had lived the last few years of his life as a bachelor looking after his 90+-year-old mother, who had once cooked my family a traditional Cretan lunch when I was newly married. Vassilis himself had been helping all the young people in the neighbourhood by providing them with the opportunity to get their first job in one of his many successful business ventures, including a taverna, medicine warehouse and mini-market.
People came to pay their last respects. We live on a hill with narrow roads, which is why the cars were parked haphazardly.

In traditional fashion, the funeral notice was pinned onto the lamppost (tree-trunks are also used), and in this way, everyone could find out where the funeral would be held.
Just a couple of kilometres away, as he was driving to come home, 62-year-old Vassilis died when a brand new 4x4 pick-up truck driven by an unlicensed 16-year-old (his daddy's a well-known businessman in town, and yes, he knew his son was driving the new car) rammed into Vassilis' lane and crashed head on with Vassilis' car. Vassilis wasn't wearing a seat-belt; the other driver insisted that the seat-belt saved his life...
Goodbye Vassilis, you will be sorely missed.