The nicest funeral I ever went to was for my dads’ friend. She died of cancer in a hospice and was cremated. After this a group of us took her ashes to a pub and we all had a drink and shared stories of her life. We then took a balloon each and went for a walk. We stopped at a picturesque point and let our balloons go whilst Elvis Presley played on a portable radio. We then scattered her ashes. It was lovely!
