Well, it's almost over

FIL was cremated yesterday.

The minister was an asshole, and conducted the service as though it was a normal Sunday service with the addition of a dead body up the front, and he fucked up the bagpipe's by having people sing along to it (a whole line out of sync no less) and smirked as he did so.

Bust aside from the prick conducting the service, it went okay. No blood was shed, and I managed to avoid the people I wanted to avoid.

Dad is at peace now.