My family has a history of confusing funeral directors. When we were working through my grandmother’s (she was a notorious penny pincher) arrangement that she’d pre-planned we were poking fun about how she stayed cheap right into the crematorium, then we saw the 100% plain no adornments urn she picked we just busted out laughing. Of course we’d all been making fun of her for that for decades, but the director was rather perplexed. We had some similar belly laughs for my grandfather but I don’t remember what got us going, we’re kind of the weird side of silver-lining folks.
I can top that.
My mom’s urn was a large plastic juice box-looking thing.
It had what looked like a pop top.