When my future son-in-law's grandfather passed around Thanksgiving time, the local bike club organized an honor ride to the funeral in his honor since he was an avid (and national record holder) cyclist. I had heard some folks talking of it being in poor taste for a bunch of lycra clad cyclists to show up at the funeral. Mike (future SIL) showed up at the house at 7 the morning of the funeral with one of his grandfathers bikes and asked if I'd tune it up. He said he wouldn't be doing the honor ride, but wanted to ride from the church to the cemetary on his grandfathers bike. The club met and rode and when we got to the church, his grandmother thanked each and every one of us and said Don would have loved the idea. The Pastor mentioned in his sermon how great a show of love it was that his cycling friends honored him and by the family's request, we were placed directly behind the hearse for the trip to the cemetary. Every single member of the family came and thanked us for the tribute. Not a one thought the garish colors were inappropriate. A funeral should be a celebration of the life of the deceased. We should honor them and if it means not wearing a somber suit, then so be it. I certainly hope that when my time comes, there are kilted gents at the funeral. I think you honored your Uncle to the utmost. Good on ya!