Charles Cowling
   Posted by Lyra Mollington   Three days ago I decided it was high time I donned my ‘mystery mourner hat’ again.  There was quite a large crowd gathering which boded well for an interesting service.  However, I felt slightly uneasy when I saw that the people standing outside the
Charles Cowling
  Posted by Lyra Mollington   Our neighbour Keith had no idea that the woman who visited him every day in the care home was his wife of 57 years.  Their children and grandchildren were also strangers to him.  After he died, Doreen felt guilty that she wasn’t as grief
Charles Cowling
  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
Charles Cowling
    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
Charles Cowling
  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
Charles Cowling
  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
Charles Cowling
  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
Charles Cowling
  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
Charles Cowling
  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
Charles Cowling
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