3 cheers, asmo. You’re going to have the time of your life.
So: when my good, dear, buttoned-up stepfather was very ill, toward the end of his life, he called me from the hospital and said his doctor had incidentally put him on Prozac. He loved it! So I said, Well use it! Call all your kids and each of your grandkids and tell them you love them. He said, Really? Is that a good idea? (He really said this.) I said yes. It’s good. Try it and see.
He did! He never had before; he thought it went without saying. My favorite sister in tears. We all loved him, but it was a very inexpressive family.
Then he died.
The smart thing I did: kept that conversation with him to myself.