Dusty plastic flowers. Droning dirges. A cut-and-paste eulogy that uses the phrase ‘member of the community’. Instant coffee. Squeezed into twee rooms with bad carpet where there’s no room to talk properly and hushed tones are preferred over cataclysmic crying.
I’ll have a cookie cutter funeral over my dead body.
It’s so crushingly depressing that the most marvellous people can still have the grimmest send off.
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