looks at life for women of a certain age. Observations and wry stories that might ring bells with some.
Tuesday, 19 April 2016
Tragi-Comedy at the Crem.
I promise this is a true story. Another of my sister-in-laws has retired happily to a small town in the middle of our country. Last week she heard the following astonishing tale concerning the death of an old man of her acquaintance. Living alone on a remote farm, rarely in contact with his family, it was four months before it was discovered that he had died. Understandably, the authorities were in a hurry to bury his remains and so it was that there was a hasty service in the local crematorium, attended by his nearest relatives and a few others. A short time after the coffin had been committed to the flames, there erupted a volley of what sounded like four gunshots coming directly from inside. Everyone was mystified until one of his sons remembered his father always carried a handgun inside his jacket and apparently his body was put into the coffin in the clothes in which he had been found. After his rather quiet life, that was quite a spectacular departure, don't you think? It caused quite an upset amongst the powers-that-be to the extent that there is an investigation after which it is to be hoped that after all the buck-passing, some-one will be hauled over the coals.