It's alright, everyone dies in the end and I think it'll have a big turnout. My only regret is that I didn't spend more time with him after the dementia kicked in. I told myself I would, and I was visiting him once a week for awhile. But the once a week becomes twice a month, twice a month becomes quarterly, and then you just start to kind of put it off and all of the sudden he is dead and gone and you will never get to talk to him again and tell him how much he meant to you...