Cookies and Crem - May 12, 2018
I said to my hubs, “I don’t have a Sunshine story for this week.”
Said my hubs to me, “How could you not? We just met with a funeral director?”
Said I to my hubs, “Because everything went perfectly. For something to be a Sunshine story, something has to go wrong. Not horribly wrong, just inconveniently wrong.”
And it’s true. This Tuesday we met with “our” funeral director Krystal, and her awesome administrator Sylvia. We had no trouble finding “Essentials” in Niagara Falls, and the place is gorgeous. I said to my hubs, “If I had an interior decorating sense and the ability to be a funeral director and good business sense, this is exactly how I’d do things.” If goes without saying that I have none of the above.
When we arrived we were greeted by Sylvia and the smell of freshly baking chocolate chip cookies. In the background there was solo piano music by one of my favorite artists, Yiruma. We were also offered freshly brewed coffee. I was in heaven. Earthly heaven. Give me a few decades for the other one.
Krystal is cheerful and compassionate. I kinda thought I knew what I wanted when I got there, and she confirmed that this was all very doable for an excellent price. Laur and I just have to review things to make sure we agree on things. (That could become a Sunshine story.) I’ve even picked out the box for my ashes – it’s called “Tree of Life” and I love it! (If I get cremated, I don’t have to worry about someone having an open casket viewing for me. Silly, I know. But there you have it.)
I was delighted to find out that Sylvia will bake chocolate chip cookies for every meeting we have, and Krystal says we can have as many meetings as we like. (You might want to buy stocks in chocolate chips.)
And Laur was delighted to find someone to tell about how the old Thorold cemetery was flooded in 1920s in order to build the fourth canal. Apparently, human remains still occasionally float up and need to be reburied.
Next step? Picking out our headstone and our plot. We are opting for the graveyard in St. Catharines near the Welland Canal. And if the Fifth Canal ever gets built and you see something floating along that looks like the basket containing baby Moses, that very well could be me.
Said my hubs to me, “How could you not? We just met with a funeral director?”
Said I to my hubs, “Because everything went perfectly. For something to be a Sunshine story, something has to go wrong. Not horribly wrong, just inconveniently wrong.”
And it’s true. This Tuesday we met with “our” funeral director Krystal, and her awesome administrator Sylvia. We had no trouble finding “Essentials” in Niagara Falls, and the place is gorgeous. I said to my hubs, “If I had an interior decorating sense and the ability to be a funeral director and good business sense, this is exactly how I’d do things.” If goes without saying that I have none of the above.
When we arrived we were greeted by Sylvia and the smell of freshly baking chocolate chip cookies. In the background there was solo piano music by one of my favorite artists, Yiruma. We were also offered freshly brewed coffee. I was in heaven. Earthly heaven. Give me a few decades for the other one.
Krystal is cheerful and compassionate. I kinda thought I knew what I wanted when I got there, and she confirmed that this was all very doable for an excellent price. Laur and I just have to review things to make sure we agree on things. (That could become a Sunshine story.) I’ve even picked out the box for my ashes – it’s called “Tree of Life” and I love it! (If I get cremated, I don’t have to worry about someone having an open casket viewing for me. Silly, I know. But there you have it.)
I was delighted to find out that Sylvia will bake chocolate chip cookies for every meeting we have, and Krystal says we can have as many meetings as we like. (You might want to buy stocks in chocolate chips.)
And Laur was delighted to find someone to tell about how the old Thorold cemetery was flooded in 1920s in order to build the fourth canal. Apparently, human remains still occasionally float up and need to be reburied.
Next step? Picking out our headstone and our plot. We are opting for the graveyard in St. Catharines near the Welland Canal. And if the Fifth Canal ever gets built and you see something floating along that looks like the basket containing baby Moses, that very well could be me.