Talking about horror funerals, well my Mum`s funeral takes the biscuit. She died at the end of November in 1987 and the weather was atrocious every day up to the funeral, it rained and rained. She was being buried in a family plot in a small village church yard and alongside her parents. It was the village where she`d been born, christened and married to my Dad.
Her death had been sudden, one minute there, the next minute gone by a sudden massive stroke and we were all in shock, especially my Dad who`d found her in bed besides him. Anyway the drive to the Church went ok, the service went ok but the internment was everybody`s nightmare.
As the funeral director and his staff began to try to lower her into the grave, she simply wouldn`t fit. They lifted the coffin, jiggled it about, tried to lower the top end in first, then the bottom end in first, then tipped her slightly sideways (we heard her bump inside) then tipped her the other sideways but no way was she going in. They plonked her on the wet grass and everybody just stood there in complete shock. It was a hand dug grave done by the Church`s own grave digger and he wasn`t at the graveside and was meant to come fill in the grave after we left. The vicar sent someone off to find him asap.
My Dad was frozen in shock, myself and my siblings were in tears, the rain was bucketing down but my late first husband saved the day and Mum`s dignity. He took off his jacket, jumped into the grave which was muddy, had several inches of water in the bottom and pulled out the wooden shoring holding up the grave sides so as to make more room. The undertaker panicked and said the grave might collapse thus exposing the other bodies in there but my husband shouted "Right, now that`s my Mum in law in that coffin and we get her in here with dignity, now lower one end of her very gently down to me and then the other end. He got her in and the vicar could continue.
Hubby`s shirt, trousers, shoes etc were filthy with mud, wet through and we were all just frozen to the spot.
My Dad later got a letter of apology from the Church who said the grave digger was mortified at what had happened, he`d dug the grave to the measurements provided by the undertaker but the continuous rain the night before and the morning of the funeral had made the ground swell. The vicar said the grave digger begged our forgiveness and was heartbroken at the grief he`d caused.
At the wake we emptied a full bottle of brandy between us and how my poor dad kept his composure I`ll never know.