I can’t think of too many places where an uncle qualifies for bereavement leave, anyway. I didn’t even know the concept existed until my father died. I was given three days. I took four because my older brother was in from the left coast and wanted to see the sights (the area had changed a lot since he ran away); so I had to eat a vacation day. When I got back to work on Friday, not one stitch of work got done by anyone because they surrounded me like a pack of dogs all day asking how I was, etc., etc. It was probably the most surreal experience I’ve ever had.