The funeral director was there too, a solitary figure amidst the crowd.
The meeting began with formalities, the agenda outlined in dry, bureaucratic language.
But soon the discussion turned to the funeral, the questions echoing those I’d heard in the diner.
“Who decides what’s appropriate?” a voice called from the back.
“What happens when there’s no family?” another asked.
The room buzzed with tension, the air thick with unspoken emotions.
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