Turns out it was brandy, not rum. Still, it was a closed-casket funeral:
I was a SFC E7 about 2002 Charleston Navy base.
Got my tray set down to eat.
“ Sergeant you need to move to the chiefs area to eat”
Moved to the area and hung with some heavy set dudes with mustaches!
Darn if those links don't fly into the most inaccessible parts of the living room - under the couch, down the heating registers, etc.
Don't you mean closed-cask?
I'll see myself out...