“YOU KNOW, YOU DO A very good funeral.”
We’re in my car after the Mass heading to Myerton Cemetery. Helen is in the front passenger seat. Leslie’s urn is in a box on the back seat, secured by seat belts.
Interestingly enough, they don’t teach you how to properly transport an urn of ashes after a funeral. Something else for my guest lecture, I suppose.
“Unfortunately, I’ve had too much practice since coming to Saint Clare’s,” I say. “Do you realize this is the ninth funeral I’ve done in the last year?”
“Well, three of those were close together,” Helen points out. “You’ve still done more baptisms.”
“If her brother hadn’t had her body moved to West Virginia, I would have done Donna Dupree’s.”
“And Brian’s was a non-religious service near his childhood home.”
I shake my head. “Still, to
