Thoughts of a funeral-goer
Posted by Lyra Mollington There is not a lot of enthusiasm amongst my friends for discussing funerals. Even Daisy cannot help raising an eyebrow. However there are a few people who, given the opportunity, are eager to talk, even to a virtual stranger. When Colin and I were walking on Barnes Common last weekend, I […]
Thoughts of a funeral-goer
Posted by Lyra Mollington Not long after I had decided on a burial shroud made of wool, lo and behold, up pops a woollen coffin – at the funeral of an elderly lady who loved knitting! I have to confess that, yet again, I did not know the deceased. I happened to be in the […]
Thoughts of a funeral-goer
Posted by Lyra Mollington I love a man in a kilt. This week I was treated to the magnificent sight of dozens of men in kilts! It was Braveheart without all the blood and gore! As the hearse came through the gates, the pipe band marched at a slow and steady pace, playing Highland Cathedral, […]
Thoughts of a funeral-goer
Posted by Lyra Mollington I had been determined to talk to my family about my funeral, but as Easter Sunday progressed it was becoming increasingly clear that there wasn’t going to be a suitable lull in the conversation. Our family, especially the grandchildren, are talkers. They certainly don’t take after Grandpa. Mr Mollington has to […]
Thoughts of a funeral-goer
It’s one step forward and two steps back as far as planning my own funeral is concerned. I keep getting distracted. However, I have (almost definitely) decided that I want to be cremated. So, it’s cremation; no embalming; and no viewings. And a thorough medical examination to ensure that I am completely dead and not […]
Thoughts of a funeral-goer
Posted by Lyra Mollington I arrived at my local crematorium armed with an airtight box and lots of questions. The box was full of cupcakes and the questions were from family and friends – the random assortment one might expect from people who don’t usually think about death or funerals, let alone talk about the […]
Thoughts of a funeral-goer
Posted by Lyra Mollington I’ve been rumbled. My grandson let it slip that I’m writing for the Good Funeral Guide. My sister Myra has just phoned me – and she seems to have forgotten that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. M: Congratulations on your new hobby. What on earth possessed you to […]
Thoughts of a funeral-goer
After returning from Trevor’s after-party, I persuaded Myra to come in for a cup of tea. I felt the urge for some reminiscing. I retrieved a large shoe box from the study – mother’s photographs. Mum died in 1979 – she was 65. Sadly, back then, when it came to funerals, choice was not a […]
Thoughts of a funeral-goer
Posted by Lyra Mollington We were both in sombre mood as we travelled back along the M4 in Myra’s bright yellow Honda Jazz. We’d had a slight tiff as we viewed the flowers after Trevor’s funeral. Whilst I was keen to go back to the house for light refreshments, Myra was going on about the […]
Thoughts of a funeralgoer
Posted by Lyra Mollington On the day of cousin Trevor’s funeral, I woke up in a cold sweat. I’d had the most awful nightmare. I dreamt that all the mourners had been instructed to wear novelty slippers – the bigger and furrier the better. If that wasn’t bad enough, there were shaven-headed monks in saffron […]
