My husband would not discuss it. He expected to get better, and was getting better until suddenly he wasn’t, but nobody is immortal, so it is realistic to plan ahead. All I knew is that he wanted to be buried, and not in the far away cemetery where his parents and grandparents were buried, thankfully.
I had been thinking about a green burial myself, so the funeral director old me about a place nearby which I didn’t know about. It was beautiful, as the trees were in blossom. This was a private family occasion, but with my vicar leading a short service. My daughter provided lunch at her home.
I ordered flowers from the florist, suitably prepared, with no plastic.
I sent the funeral director’s invoice to the bank who paid them directly from the (frozen) bank account.
About a month later we held a service of thanksgiving to which people came from far and near and I like to think was a fitting tribute. We provided light refreshments ourselves, just a few savoury and sweet items, as the service ended at 3pm. We prepared our own order of service, printed by the church.
If people needed a meal before or after, there were many cafes and pubs within a short walk.