When DH died he had left no instructions except that he wanted to be buried not cremated. We had a private woodland burial for the family, led by my vicar. It was in a beautiful setting, with lovely peaceful words and music. I will be buried there as well.
A month later, we had a service of thanksgiving in church, attended by only some of the family, but lots of friends from near and far, including former pupils and colleagues, with spoken and digital tributes, including a flute solo and hymns. It was a fitting occasion. About 80 attended in person, but 25+ devices tuned into the live stream and others watched later.
If I die whilst I am still singing in my church choir, I hope there will be a church service and good music, but it will be up to my children, who do not attend church. A funeral is for those left behind. I suppose it depends how old I am when I die and how active I still am as to what form it takes and who attends.
My latest thought on President Trump
7.30 pm and still sat in the garden



