Today we went to a funeral for Neville Claude David Paveley (known to all his friends as Jack)who was the long time next door neighbour of the Webb family for Tim's whole life and recently died at his home at the age of 94. Jack was a butcher and hence where his nickname Jack comes from; for some reason it was common to call butchers Jack. Phil (my brother-in-law) came up from Southampton for the funeral. We went to the ceremony at the crematorium and then to a nice old Manor hotel for lunch afterwards. It was a very nice ceremony, but a bit somber in the actual room. I think I would have much preferred it in a church. Phil and I had a long discussion following as to where we might like to be buried or cremated and sprinkled. Phil's idea was a sprinkling in all his favorite places which would take up the better part of a week most likely depending on the distance between locations, but I was thinking maybe just choose one place but most definitely feel bad about taking up space in the ground. So we shall see... By the way, this is not a picture of Jack's church and gravestone, but I forgot my camera, and the crematorium was not very picturesque to photograph.
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