As some of you know, my husband died a few weeks ago. As he wasn`t particularly religious, we, the kids and I, opted for a service conducted by a civil celebrant rather than a rather pious vicar who never knew him. I know that the celebrant didn`t either, but she came to our house to meet me and our children, talk about David, see photographs, and when she left she said she almost felt as if she`d known him. She wrote out her eulogy later that night and emailed it to me for approval.
At the service we entered the crematorium to the Cornet Carillon, by the Black Dyke Mills band, hubby had been a brass bandsman for most of his life, and had played that piece of music many times. We then had mine and my grandma`s favourite hymn, one daughter read out something she`d written about her dad, finishing with a little poem, his ex boss gave a lovely speech about him, then we departed to Robbie Williams Angels. We were given a choice of having the curtains open or closed, being reassured that the coffin would go nowhere until everyone had left, so we had the curtains left open, with a photograph of my husband at the front of the coffin.
There were quite a few people at the funeral, but mostly family and friends, none who hadn`t seen him for donkey`s years, and we went to a restaurant for a buffet tea, before a good few of them set off on their long journeys home.
Hubby didn`t leave much money, so I was dreading the cost of the funeral, but was pleasantly(?) surprised to be told that the basic cost was £2,000, limousines £100 each extra, all in all, including the celebrant, my husbands was just short of £2,300, which we can just about afford. I now have his ashes upstairs, until we go up to Kintyre next Easter, to scatter them into the sea just off the beach at his favourite place on earth, Muasdale. I think that would have made him happy.