First Funeral in 11 Years

Today I will be attending my first funeral in 11 years.  The last funeral I attended, I was in the 2nd grade, and it was my grandpa's.  I have not been to a funeral home in over a year, because the sight of dead people freaks me out.
My dad's first cousin Roger died in a car accident on Wednesday night.  Roger's death came as a shock to all of us.  My dad and Roger were very close as kids.  My grandma and Roger's dad were brother and sister.  Whenever the families would get together, Roger and my dad would sort of drift toward each other.  Throughout the years, they remained close friends, in fact Roger was the god father to my younger brother Ethan. 
Roger was never seen as the type of guy that you could walk up to and have an hour long conversation with.  Although he came off as being this way, he always had a kind word to say to me, and I will miss him dearly.  What I will remember most about Roger is that he was always wearing a silly hat, his hawaiian shirts, and he was always smoking a cigar. 
I hope that Roger knew before he died that we all loved him, and that we will all miss him.