The funeral director stood, his presence commanding the room’s attention.
He spoke slowly, choosing his words with care.
“Every situation is unique,” he began.
“We do our best to honor the deceased, even when the circumstances are difficult.”
His words were met with a murmur of agreement, but also dissent.
I found myself leaning forward, caught up in the unfolding drama.
The tension in the room was palpable, a living thing that pressed against my chest.
“We need better guidelines,” someone argued.
“This can’t happen again.”
The funeral director nodded, acknowledging the concern.
