When buying the little niche that would house her ashes, family and sales agent argued for a month with Bridgette’s Granny to have her purchase a cheaper niche, in the same complex. She stood firm without explaining. Finally they asked her why she wanted a more expensive niche. The only difference was that the one she wanted has a window adjacent.
“If I can see out after I’m gone,” she said, “I want a room with a view.”
No more arguments. She gets her room with a view.
Last night, around 11:00, she was ready for her room. She left instructions for immediate cremation, and there will be little or no service, although probably a gathering of family.
Aberdeen, I agree: let’s have a do-over on April. This isn’t how they’re supposed to go.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry