My daughters' Aunt Mayre died last week. She was ninety four. My youngest daughter accompanied my ex-husband to the service today. There she learned a few startling things, such as this: an official grave-digging, even for the cremated remains of a person, cost two thousand dollars at this particular cemetery. The adults were grumbling about it. I thought that she heard wrong, but a quick online check confirmed that "opening/closing the gravesite" was indeed an expensive process.
Just put me in a coffee can, a la The Big Lebowski.
NTD
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