I'm going to a memorial service tomorrow. Not happy about it. The family says it's so they can have "closure." MrsWD and I are so close to the family that we were included in "family" and we're expected to be there.
It's going to be a total fuster cluck. The widower keeps referring to her death as, "When she left me," and for some reason that
really pisses her family off. (They refer to her death as she "she passed." I don't get the use of the word "passed" - she didn't pass anything, she effing died. But that's the term they want, so that's the term I've been using with them.
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She was cremated and an urn with the ashes will be at the memorial with photos of her. There is a big row over the choice of the photos and a major hissy fit over how one of them was cropped. "Mom was wearing a necklace I gave her when that picture was made
and you cropped it out!" There are so many petty egos in play, it's like a bad sitcom.
NOT looking forward to tomorrow.
When I die I want to be cremated. I don't care what happens after that.