Sloane Square, London. A 64-piece orchestra played Faure’s Requiem Mass; a father from our village read a eulogy – he was a bald, old-school barrister. My brother was gay, dying of AIDS; sherry after the service in the back of the church; “Well, if that hasn’t sent him to heaven, I don’t know what will!”…
A jar of ashes from someone (obviously), was left in Left Luggage in Los Angeles – they knew they were there, but unclaimed. One day they fell, and the jar broke…