I found the crematorium with little fuss. My trousers dug into me, my shirts neck was tight and so were my shoes and smart black jacket. I had my sunglasses on too as I sat in my van as the first one there. My brothers pulled up next to me saying I looked like one of the blues brothers. My brother said its usually cold in the crematorium and i said "yeah but its warm when they get the fire going". I tried to zone out for the service but seeing my cousins upset was hard. Great to see my cousin who I've not seen for about thirty years. We had a drink after nearby and then my brothers and I drove elsewhere for one more. It has made me want to write my own service for my funeral even though it's my wish not to have one. 
As my uncle reiterated, live every day as life is short.

I came back home and put some music on iTunes. These things are important to me.
I enjoyed those drinks too and I will have more tonight I think. I three my funeral kit in the bin as I will need to buy it all again next time.