Son1 was just two years old when my mother finally got around to burying my father’s ashes.
It was an intimate ceremony. Just a handful of people in a small local church cemetery.
We were all being very solemn for the occasion, except Son1 who had no idea what was happening.
The minister said a prayer as he stooped down to lower the box into the ‘grave’, but at the last moment he lost his grip and dropped it.
As it hit the bottom of the hole it made a loud thud.
Son1 said in a loud two year old voice, “BOOM!”
We all looked at one another uncomfortably not quite sure what to do in this awkward situation, and then, as if on cue we all burst out laughing!
My mother said it was my father who made Son1 say what he did.
He was always one to go for the laugh!