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About as bad as it gets

My ex-wife's mother was finally buried yesterday, about a year and a half after she died and was cremated. It could have been worse, I suppose. The ex could have waited until late January, when the weather would have been even worse. While I understand all too well how bad the relationship was between Lois and her mother, it seems to me that there are some minimum standards for burying people, even if all you're doing is putting an urn full of ashes into a hole in the ground. You should at least take the trouble to get a minister of the appropriate faith to read the burial service, instead of having the funeral director improvise at the last minute; you should notify the friends and family of the deceased. As it was, the only people there were Lois and her husband, Chuck Spooner, James and Melody, Lois' cousin Grace, Scott, and yr. humble narrator, who was there for moral support and because Melody absolutely did not want to ride with her mother.

So there we were in the cold and the wind, burying somebody that none of us except James had really liked all that much. I'm not saying it should have been a three-ring circus, and I wouldn't have gone to the wake even if there had been one, but there ought to have been a memorial service at the very least. Melva had friends and neighbors, relatives and fellow workers, and they should have been allowed to come and say goodbye if they cared to. This lacked propriety.

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huladavid
Dec. 13th, 2004 08:22 am (UTC)
Boy, that sounds...unpleasent. Sorry.

I think Jeff was the one who came up with the idea of having my mother's memorial service in the chapel at the nursing home where she lived before she died. He wanted to make sure the staff were able to attend.
wombat_socho
Dec. 13th, 2004 09:13 am (UTC)
*nods* There was quite a turnout at Dad's funeral Mass of people that knew him from the Bolling AFB base chapel and the hospital at Andrews AFB. My brother and I were very surprised and quite pleased - it was one of the few bright spots in an otherwise awful day.

Well, at least I didn't have to talk to Lois or N***, who's looked like death warmed over the last couple times I've seen him. "Wine and those women, gonna put him to an early grave..."
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