Yes. Two half-brothers and two half-sisters.
This is a riddle, kinda.
I was at the funeral of an acquaintance the other day. I was standing across the grave from the family and their close friends, with the other people who knew the deceased only not so well. It might look like a mêlée of Irish people but there is a form behind it. I couldn’t get it out of my mind that something was striking a wrong note. But I was in that engaged but not engaged mode. Suddenly it dawned what was wrong. The vast majority of the women dressed in black as is normal for such occasions. But the dress ended somewhat north of mid-thigh. So, your basic hunting apparel for the chick out on the town and designed half as advertising and half for it’s over the head ease of removal. So the whole vision over the other side was divided horizontally. That in Ireland ever graveyard and cemetery is placed such to catch every breath of wind and that it was mid Feb only twisted the entire tableau.
It added to the poignant tragic young man’s death that his female friends were of an age that they didn’t have the burying suit, yet. There is nothing more certain than these 30 or so women will never again be caught without a formal black day dress.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam.
The frying pan is a one egg pan. Just how cute is that.