My mother never took her wedding ring off and the understanding was that when she died I would have it. My brother organised the cremation and told the funeral director this fact. Imagine how he felt when he collected her ashes and was told that the ring had been left on her finger! He was petrified of telling me but my view was that it was her ring and as we mixed my parents’ ashes together and scattered them where they’d done their “courting” it belonged with them.
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