Mom loved hot Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Since the funeral home was right across from Krispy Kreme and the hot doughnuts sign was on, I took her inside. She would have laughed until she peed herself at this and definitely would have approved. I'm not so sure Krispy Kreme would have liked it, but no one said anything and there were no signs banning photos of dead mothers anywhere I could see.
Wild Betty wasn't just a cute nickname. She loved the irreverent, the crazy, the outrageous. She worried about what people thought, but she hated the fact she did. She would have gotten a kick out this...and the fact she got to ride in a Miyati, even if it was in the trunk because there was no room in the front seat.
Roses Mortuary is pretty solemn looking. We actually went through the Cremation Society of East Tennessee (www.cremationset.com). When I asked about the difference in cost in cremation from the cremation society vs. Roses, the guy at Rose's told me they had a million dollar building and "nice environment" to pay for. The Cremation Society was "just a nice office in a strip mall." So, for all of the 3 minutes it took to walk in, sign a paper and leave, it's just another marketing ploy where someone makes money off of the dead. Obituaries are obscenely expensive. And they shouldn't be. 
The Rose Mortuary gal preparing the certificate I had to sign to pick up the ashes.
We got a "shopping" type bag with the Cremation Society of East Tennessee on the bag. Since they want to advertise, I obliged. Here you go Krispy Kreme and CSET. Mom on the counter.
LOVE me a chocolate glazed doughnut. Mom loved glazed, then chocolate glazed, and a hot, black cup of coffee. We NEVER passed a hot doughnut sign when it was on and we were together.
The funeral home had a brochure..."Fifty States of Gray." They handed us a copy as we were leaving with Wild Betty's ashes. She would have approved. Rather than an expensive urn, a $5 Krispy Kreme tin seemed fitting. Don't worry. I'll find something more solemn.
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