R.J.
Tonight.
I just bought my husband a black suit for his grandmother's funeral. (She raised him, this is like the death of his 'real' mom). It cost more than my entire xmas budget.
He'll probably never wear it again. But in talking with him, he really does want to wear deepest morning, and he was piecing together bits from discount stores (and calling in tears asking if black pants and a grey jacket would be acceptable).
So I sent him home and went out and bought him a nice black suit with my (sainted!) mom's credit card (because I have to pull the money from the bank, and can't until tomorrow to pay her back), with money I'd saved.
((And no... this wasn't manipulation on his part... he's an absolute mess right now, and the man can't shop to save his life in the best of times.))
My husband is a jerk, and we're likely divorcing this year. So the suit, is, in EVERY sense, an extravagance. But his heart is breaking and this is his MOM. He's delivering the eulogy, and I'm not letting him get up in front of everyone wearing less than his heart on his sleeve.