The last funeral service I went to provided me with a special treat. As I walked in the woman ahead of me was wearing perfect boots. First I want to say that no one is pickier but me on a shoe design. The point, the heel, the leather were perfection. The heel shape was the perfect old fashioned graceful shape instead of the new straight peg. I'm guessing they cost several hundreds. She walked in them like they were slippers. I'd paid to just know the name brand to just admire them on the computer. As we stood in line I just loved them.