Mildred was beside herself. “The funeral is at noon today,” she said. “What are we going to do if his ashes don’t arrive in time?”
“We can still have the service, Mom,” Steve said.
“No, we can’t have a funeral service without the remains of the deceased,” Mildred said. “The crematorium said they sent them via priority mail. Go to the post office and find out where they are.”
Steve dutifully drove to the post office and, after a few minutes, called his mother. “I got them. His remains were in what the call the ‘dead letter bin,’ ironically.”
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo Credit: Ted Strutz.