pay through the nose for the privilege of experiencing such a tasteless money-grab

My father wanted us to get the cheapest option when he passed and then to spend the money on a party instead. We obliged.

Well, it turns out that once you go under a certain price, it also starts getting tasteless, even if it’s cheap.

The guy showed up. Nice black suit that is too large for him. Wondering where he got that. After accessing the situation (a corpse on the first floor) he then asks if we could help him carry the corpse down the stairs.

So we do, and following his direction holdning my father by the arms as we try to solve the “sofa problem” with my father’s corpse in my childhood home staircase… he ask us to shift to the shoulders to avoid breaking his arms off around the corner. As we finally get my father on a rolling stretcher, he asks if we could get him dressed quickly before the stiffness sets in. As we do it, my dead father rips a nasty dead fart.

Exactly how he had always wanted it.