A telephonic evening after a busy day with a visit to the dentist to repair a chipped tooth. Fingers crossed we have got a date for the funeral, though it seems a long time away, which will accommodate travelling family, church pianist, local council employees at the cemetery and the undertaker’s prior commitments.
It is a bit odd, being a Minor Cousin, to find myself in charge of all this. Tonight after a couple of longish ‘phone calls, I sent an email to my various relatives, and now I wait for the results.
My cousin Tom, who is a clergyman, accepted, with a slight sigh of resignation, my nomination of him to speak on behalf of the family. I just hope the church minister can find someone (someone Aunt liked for preference) to speak for the church community.
My experience organising Mother’s funeral is helping this time around, if only in excluding the place where we had refreshments then. I am quite envious of my family from Ireland who will be accommodated at Aunt’s expense in a comfortable hotel while I shall again be on the lumpy mattress in the guest room. There are lessons here for when it comes to my own funeral, and perhaps I should be following Aunt’s example and taking out a prepaid plan.
A friend warns me willow coffins can be creaky, so that is a another question to raise with the undertakers. I realised suddemly there had been no mention of a headstone, so another email to the solicitor re the finance, to which I am awaiting an answer, and a recommendation of a monumental mason from the undertaker.
I am guessing Aunt did not think of this as there are no instructions. All in all there is a lot to think about and plan.
I am starting to wonder if I have a future career as a funeral organiser.