When my cousin was terminally ill and being cared for at his home, I heard that Brighton Cemetery was going to have an area of Green Funerals. So I rang him and told him of this, wondering how it was going to be received. He remembered though and was buried in a cardboard box with a red rose from his wife on the top. He had been involved in the theatre and films and the day of the funeral was perfect – grey and misty as we all walked through the cemetery to the area where the box was lowered – there were only a few trees – but when his wife died years later, there was quite a forest.
