Buried in Booze

My biological father died an alcoholic death after drinking constantly for forty years. He left my family when I was a small child so I never really knew him. I did meet him a few times over the years. He stopped by my apartment once for a Christmas drink and proceeded to wipe out the entire liquor supply and pass out on the couch. We met again at his mother's funeral which was conveniently located next to a tavern. That was a major booze fest and he was a charming and fun drunk.