Singing at a funeral

I just found out this morning that I am going to sing at a funeral next Friday. It is really quite a sad story, so I am glad that I am basically heartless and don't really feel emotion for other peoples' grief. Chris (or Little Chris as we called him) moved into his Uncles house when he was five. That Uncle was Pastor Ben and Brenda (whom we got to know when we lived in Ft. Morgan) Chris was moved into Ben's home because his father had left, his mom was a junky, and he had been living on the street fending for himself since he was 2ish. (My youngest son's age). Ben & Brenda took custody of Little Chris not really knowing what they were getting into, but taking him because NOBODY else would. Chris had probably seen more at 5 then some people see in 20+ years, so needless to say he hoarded food, didn't like Brenda hugging other guys (because he knew where that led), and didn't trust anyone. Ben and Brenda treated and loved Chris like he was their own, no matter what happened. Fast forward 13 years and Chris graduated high school and wanted to go live with his Mom. Of course that hit a nerve, but they allowed him to go make his own life. He reverted to his old lifestyle, was in an out of jail, and had some health problems. They found him Monday dead. I believe the official cause of death was asthma complications and pneumonia. Of course the people that knew him in Ft. Morgan are devastated and the funeral will be quite full. Nothing like singing to a full house I guess. I am trying not to sound cold and callous, because it is really quite sad, but this is also how I am wired. If I am not directly involved, I normally just don't care enough to become emotionally attached.

Weight - 206.6 I maintained yesterday and am a bit disappointed, but life will go on. I must have had 1 too many chicken nachos last night. I started my new ab routine this morning and it was pretty awesome. I thought it would be too easy at the beginning, but when I got to the end I was breathing hard. So I guess it worked?