Sure. I’ve been to a party of that one old man. He was the neighbour of mine, Milorad. We had the trumpeters and two pigs roasted on the skewer. Everyone came to celebrate his departure. It was his last wish to make a party. The priest was there too, drank a half liter of rakija. He even took the pork meat, even though it was a time of fasting. He said “It’s for his soul”.
It was a bit inconsiderate of the singer to come in those crocodile print cowboy boots, but that is a minor annoyance. We all forgot bout it after the fifth rakija anyways.
Cool party. Would 10/10 go there again.
May you rest in peace, Milorad, you old fart.