More than a hundred people gathered at the Clyde’s in Georgetown on Monday night to celebrate Rose Kearney, a longtime customer who died in July. There were crab cakes and sliders. Rose’s ashes were in an urn on the bar, next to a snifter of Grand Marnier, her favorite.
What would Rose have thought of it all?
“She’d probably be uncomfortable,” said bartender Margaret-Ann Mayo, who met Rose on her first day of Clyde’s training 15 years ago.
“This would overwhelm her,” said Tom Hoey, who met Rose at the Clyde’s in Friendship Heights.
“If she came in and realized this was for her, she would walk out,” said Art Horowitz, another Clyde’s regular.

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