Despite being tested by Peskowitz, Isecke, and Levy, the Jewishness of this story is only relevant insofar as the father had moved from New York to Florida. Even calling the old man zayde or something would have sufficed. Without even a mild concession like that, why bother calling it Dad's Shiva?
Setting aside the fact that it could be made about Protestants without any real difference at all, I found the actual story to be predictable, clumsy, and mawkish. The characters are not fleshed out enough to draw out real emotion, which here unfortunately prevents any real connection or impact.