I’ve always doubted whether the ashes were really the dearly beloved or just some ashes the crematorium had laying around the place.
This sort of reminds me of a situation when my father passed away. 2 young girls had both passed away around the same time and were at a local funeral home. The funeral home sent the wrong girl off for cremation. How sad is that?
So, without even discussing it with the woman at the funeral home where my father was at, she told us she personally watched them take my father. So, wed have no doubt about his remains. But, after reading your comment, it makes me wonder what takes place at the crematorium.