My first year of sobriety was filled with a lot of firsts sober, including my first funeral sober. It was my brother in law who died of liver failure. We used to party together quite a bit, so this one hit close to home. This was the only time during that first year that I really felt that a drink might make thinks better. Fortunately I had an understanding wife who didn't mind that I left immediately following the funeral and drove back home to catch a meeting and talk with my sponsor.
I'm not sure your situation WH, but I write this when I see threads on funerals. This one did a number on me, and if I had not had a backup plan and a sympathetic wife, I may have drank.
My condolences regarding your friend