Tuesday 20th December 2011
Nick had arranged an appointment at the Registry office in Prescot for 11.30 and he came over to mum’s to go with me. The death certificate was sealed up and I had no interest to open it which is not like me, but I took along dad’s birth and marriage certificate and Medical card, thanks to the direct.gov website. I was disappointed that the certificate was not written by hand, but was printed on an A4 sheet. Nick signed it, being the eldest, he said.
Later on, the funeral director came over from Berry & Jagger. No, they are not based on Stellar Street, but I can’t help think that Mick and Chuck have a sideline in New Orleans Style funeral services. They didn’t do cardboard box coffins, but the cheapest one, which we chose, does look as though it comes flat packed. Dad is going to be cremated, so there is absolutely no need for any fancy coffins. That sorted, Nick and I went to the Holt pub to ask if they can put on a hot buffet for the wake there after the cremation next week, which they can. Gary, who does odd jobs for mum and plays dominos with my cousin Paul was in there and was shocked to hear the news.
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