Not one’s affair: what in law is termed “Res inter alios acta.”
1854. A boy said to an outsider who was making a great ado during some impressive mortuary ceremonies, “What are you crying about? it’s none of your funeral.”—Oregon Weekly Times, Nov. 25.
1867. “It’s none of my funeral, I know,” said Miss C.—Mrs. Whitney, ‘A Summer in L. Goldthwaite’s Life,’ p. 183 (Bartlett).
1877. Senator Barnum asked Blaine how he liked the news from Ohio. “O, that isn’t my funeral, I want you to understand,” replied the Maine Senator.—Hartford Times, Oct. 17 (Bartlett).
1878. “You’re old enough to know better’n to marry a feller like him, Delye Lamb, twenty years younger ’n you be.” “Well! where’s the harm on’t if we’re both on us suited? It’s our own funeral I guess; and one thing is certin; I shan’t never have to take care of an old man, that’s the best on’t.”—Rose T. Cooke, ‘Happy Dodd,’ chap. xxvii.
1896. It ain’t any ’o your funeral, I guess, if I did turn it [the clock] back.—Ella Higginson, ‘Tales from Puget Sound,’ p. 184.
