As Shakespeare so aptly put it:
When sorrows come, they come not single spies.
But in battalions!
Saturday, on the way from the airport to my maternal grandmother's house (the day before the ceremony in memory of her), I found out that my paternal great uncle had just passed away. Sunday night (after the memorial ceremony was over) there was a bit of a scare with my maternal great aunt, but luckily she recovered quickly.
