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Pardon me, vicar.
Feb. 14th, 2007 02:17 pmRight. We went to see a Funeral Director this morning. For the second time in two days perched on a chintzy sofa facing a man in a suit. There was a small forest of paperwork to go through, but now he's doing pretty much everything. Result.
Hideous room though. I think it was supposed to be calming or something, but it had the bizarrest collection of random ornaments I've ever seen.
One of the questions re: the crematorium was 'did he have a pacemaker and if so has it been removed?' And apparently they have to provide the burial gowns because they have to be really careful about the sort of material that goes in. Was it really really wrong of me to entertain a brief desire for an exploding-coffin funeral, Brainiac-stylee? It was? Oops.
Hideous room though. I think it was supposed to be calming or something, but it had the bizarrest collection of random ornaments I've ever seen.
One of the questions re: the crematorium was 'did he have a pacemaker and if so has it been removed?' And apparently they have to provide the burial gowns because they have to be really careful about the sort of material that goes in. Was it really really wrong of me to entertain a brief desire for an exploding-coffin funeral, Brainiac-stylee? It was? Oops.
