Scottish wakes make Irish wakes look like the bars in Salt Lake City at 1 PM on a Sunday. To imagine a Scottish wake, picture an Irish one, then remove all of the civility, sobriety, accountability, and propriety.
And no, I do not mourn Dad's passing. He was nearly blind and deaf and was more than ready to go. He told me last year that if Jesus didn't get off his arse and show up damn soon he was going to "have words" with him at the Pearly Gates. And if you have never had a 90+ year old Scotsman "have words" with you, consider yourself very, very lucky.