When relatives and friends leave, it always hurts, people are in grief and stress. Communication with the store and the crematorium master will add to this stress.
They are only ready to bill you for every step and will never meet you halfway anywhere. Neither in helping with the design of the stove, nor in choosing a place in the columbarium. By the way, there is simply no such choice. The whole queue is recorded by the master in a thick hand-lined notebook, in a country famous all over the world for IT. The aunt is sitting in the office and manually writes you down in the cells that are convenient for her.
In the empty columbarium at the Forest Cemetery, you will be determined by lottery to the bottom row, because it is inconvenient for burial workers to run from row to row.
All these arguments seem so cruel and unfair.
Many people do not care where and how to bury it, but for some it is of great importance.
It is a pity that in such a difficult situation you are treated like a conveyor belt of money, without humanity. And where would she come from, in such a place.
Local funeral companies are allowed in without a queue and for a fee, while others are waiting, there is no hurry. The girls who arrange the cremation are feisty cobras (to put it mildly). No humanity.
I held on to the last until they started to lower me to the bottom 40 more days have not passed and everything is in front of my eyes I have lost my Mother Father and Sister already
, well, everything suits me there