My mother doesn’t want her coffin in the church. She wants a service but she doesn’t want the coffin in church. Thank goodness she has written it down because she would have been there; I wouldn’t have given it a thought.
I remember something that didn’t work and as we were coming out of the funeral I said to my kids, I do not want a eulogy. I hate eulogies. I don’t want one. And my son, who has always been very funny, he said, 'Mum you will be dead – you won’t know anything about it.' Which is true.