I had succeeded in making all the arrangements in the morning. I had spent hours in the office, reading through papers, selecting everything—the coffin, the flowers, and the readings at the funeral. It was both mentally and emotionally taxing, yet I was not going to give up. I did not want it done by other people. This was the funeral of my mother. She was worth the best. After I had everything settled, I wrote out the whole list of instructions and sent it by email to the funeral ...