It's very sad news about Catherine Zeta-Jones's grandmother. Partly because the death of a much loved relative is, per se, usually sad and partly because it has forced Cathy to come home from whichever gloriously sun soaked beach (home is Bermuda these days, though they were recently pictured in the South of France) she should otherwise have been strutting down with her bronzed Hollywood family and wrinkly husband and pitch up in drab, grey Wales for the funeral. At least she made it.
Michael Douglas unfortunately didn't manage the role of best supporting husband on this occasion - but then someone probably had to stay at home to look after the staff and children.
But what's that round Catherine's neck? Is it the sun, miraculously transported from the aforesaid sun soaked beach? No. It's big and dazzlingly sparkly but it's in the shape of a cross. That cross which, having been raised a good Catholic, Catherine will have known would be playing a small part in the farewell ceremonies. How sweet of her to wear it. How it must have warmed the hearts of all her family back home to know that however different from their lives hers has now become, she still has jewellery in the appropriate shape to be worn to a funeral. How thoughtful of her to have packed it. How well it off set the demure black of her garb. Etc.
A family friend told The Sun that Catherine and her grandmother were "very close".
