First, in your twenties, you go to weddings. The weddings of your friends. Then, the baby namings, and B'nai Mitzvot of your friends' children. Then the funerals of your parents. Then the weddings of your kids. Then the namings. Then funerals. Funerals. Funerals.
All is mutable. Except for the challah and the sponge cake.
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So aren't you going to tell everyone the story about Micheal Sherman and the honey cake at the Fishbein shiva?
So aren't you going to tell everyone the story about Micheal Sherman and the honey cake at the Fishbein shiva?
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