My Sister’s Funeral…

Yesterday was my sister’s funeral. The easter holidays and the imminent royal wedding caused some serious delays, so rather than having the funeral within about a week of her death, it ended up being just short of three weeks. Far too long, but it was out of our control so you’ve just got to get on with it.

I was pretty nervous during the day. I had organized most of the stuff and I was just waiting for something to go spectacularly wrong. Fortunately it all went to plan, which was a relief. We are not what I would consider a religious family and I find it more than a little hypocritical that, like many Brits, we roll out religion for births, marriages and deaths, but it seems to be what people want at these times and who am I to argue? We ended up having a Church of England service at a crematorium. The Reverend was a really cool guy (he has a WordsPress blog :) ) and did a cracking job. Everyone was really pleased with the way it went.

After the service we had a wake at a pub close to my sister’s house. My family’s response to most things is to talk crap and laugh at ourselves. Not surprisingly, we reverted to type pretty quickly, which was good to see. It turns out my cousin might be going to work at the funeral directors we used, which prompted comments like, “If you had got your arse in gear we could have got a discount on the funeral!” etc. Like I said, we talk crap and laugh at ourselves…

… and so ends another chapter…

Nearly forgot. We asked people to donate money to Cancer Research UK, rather than buy flowers. That went really well.

Cheers

Tim…

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