The Urn Guy

This morning it poured down. Happily the ‘urn bit’ of our cemetery is covered so nobody got wet. So this is Lore’s urn being stored away beside her mum’s urn, the wee guy in black doing the necessary. We plied him (and the small gathering of friends and family) with non-alcoholic sekt and chocolate chip cookies and he seemed quite chuffed. S put together a nice wee ceremony and we toasted Lore for a final time. End of an era. Seems strange.