 Here's a poem by David Gait. Be kind about the names your friends give to their children. Praise their haircuts, love their tattoos. It doesn't really matter if that's what you would do. Like every selfie, all of them. Clap their songs, cheer them on. You were born with a limitless supply of encouragements. Use every one of them. Don't wait for the eulogies to speak out loud. Tell your friends that they are precious and that they make you feel proud.