discovered that the cost of a cremation was much less than that for a grave plot. “Tell me,” I went on, “who organizes and pays for a funeral of someone who turns up from abroad and dies in England without any family or friends?”
“The local Environmental Health Department would have to see to it,” he said.
“And they pay?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “But they then try and recover the money from the family or from the deceased’s estate. But that won’t happen here because you are the next of kin and you’re here, so you can pay for it.” He made it sound so easy.
“How about if I couldn’t afford to?” I asked.
“You could apply to the Social Fund for help,” he said. “But you’d have to be receiving some sort of state benefit to qualify.”
Somehow it didn’t seem quite fair that my father had turned up out of the blue when I had thought he’d been dead for thirty-seven years only for me to be saddled with his funeral expenses, especially when his death was due to someone else sticking him in the guts with a carving knife. But I could tell that it was going to be no good arguing about it. There wouldn’t be a huge amount of sympathy for someone who had murdered his wife even if he himself had been the victim of a violent end. I would just have to shut up and pay up.
I called the first funeral director on the Internet list.
“We could fit you in this coming Friday,” the man said. “We’ve had a cancellation at Slough Crem. It’s a bit short notice, though.”
I amusingly wondered how a funeral director could have a cancellation for a cremation. Perhaps the deceased had miraculously returned to life.
“What time on Friday?” I asked.
“Three o’clock,” he said.
Friday was just two days away, but I didn’t think that really mattered. It wasn’t as if there would be anyone else coming. I wondered if I should try to contact his family in Australia to ask if any of them would want to attend. But I didn’t even know who to contact, and no one from there had been in touch with me during the past two weeks, either directly or through the Coroner’s Court, and they had my address.
“Three on Friday will be fine,” I said.
“Right,” he said. “Where is your father’s body?”
Good question, I thought. “I presume he’s still at Wexham Park Hospital,” I said. “But I’m not sure. The coroner’s office will know.”
I started to give him their number.
“Don’t worry, we’ve got it,” he said. “We’ll fix everything.”
For a fee, no doubt, I thought rather ungraciously.
“Do I need to book someone to take the service?” I asked.
“We can also fix that if you like, but you don’t have to have anyone religious if you don’t want to,” he said. “Anyone can take the service. You can officiate yourself, if you want to.”
“No,” I said. “I think he would have wanted a vicar or something.”
I couldn’t imagine why I thought that. Perhaps it was me who would rather have a clergyman. I wasn’t a very religious person, but I did think it would be slightly odd if I officiated at the service and, at the same time, was the only mourner present. Better to have an expert, so to speak.
“Any special request for music or hymns?” he said.
“No,” I said. “Whatever the vicar thinks is fit will be fine by me.” I didn’t exactly say that just a couple of quick words and straight into the fiery furnace would be ideal, but I made it clear that all I wanted was a simple funeral. The minimum that was acceptable would do well, I told him. It wasn’t as if I’d had a lifelong affection for my father.
“Do you want any flowers placed on the coffin?” he asked.
“I think not,” I said. Historically, cut flowers were placed on and around coffins to provide a sweet scent to cover any other unwelcome aromas that might emanate from the decomposing corpse within. I assumed my father’s body had been stored in appropriate refrigeration since his death, so flowers should be unnecessary.
“As it’s such short notice,” the man said, “could we have full payment up front by credit card?”
“Is that normal?” I asked.
“Quite normal,” he assured me. “Especially as the deceased was not resident in this country, with no estate to be probated by the courts.”
As it was the custom in Britain to cremate the coffin with the body, I