So this came home in Henry's folder. Apparently, when Henry is 100, he intends to spend his time pelting our graves with flowers (or bunches of grapes?) in a moving display of filial piety. The blue things flanking his face aren't sapphire earrings but tears, although he told me that "the tears are for dad, not for you." And it appears that one of our skeletons is breaking out of its grave but the artist was somewhat vague about whether that interpretation was correct or whether the skeleton was his original attempt at drawing himself at 100. Either way, pure perfection.