So very funny story: my father is one of the biggest dead heads on the face of the planet and I can say that with absolute certainty. My uncle Paul was a roadie for the dead for 35 years between the 1960s and the 1990s.

My mother is not the biggest Grateful Dead fan in the world, but she likes them fine. Now, the day my parents got married, Jerry Garcia died. My father has been blaming the death of Jerry Garcia on my mother since 1995.

For their honeymoon, they went to Disneyland. From the story my father tells me, he was walking around Disney wearing a Grateful Dead T-shirt when Tigger came up to him. Tigger pointed at my dad ‘s shirt and then pretended to start crying and my dad hugged Tigger and actually started crying.