wombat_socho (wombat_socho) wrote,
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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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