Thanks, all!
Wife #2 and daughter #3 (the loud, drunk duo) left today. Uncle has not been dug up.
Chicagoans leave tomorrow. We'll be cruising the graveyard to check for diggers tonight.
Stillwater--
Burial at sea would have been apropo, as he looked like Hemingway ...{The Old Man IN The Sea} (minus teeth) at the end. Yet, he wanted to be near his granny.
I think my blue boob is smaller than my red-n-white...
osso--
And, yeah, dominion. In many cases, when Noddy says it, I see how it applies. In THIS case, it didna apply to me so much. My sis and I didn't want to dominate--we wanted to facilitate the wishes of the current wife, who could have been dominated by the Chicagoans. But, I guess to facilitate we sorta hadta dominate.
You should have seen the tense "sit in" we all had at the graveside. The poor little funeral man was blotchy, not believing we afore-thought reasonable people were all thinking of grabbing Uncle's ashes by the briefcase and absconding. He finally said, grasping the briefcase, "Its mine, now, and nobody's getting it."
My mom said, "Once the gravediggers are here, for back up, we'll go." They don't like people to see the gravediggers. Yet, he signalled them and up they drove in their pick-up truck, armed with shovels. Finally, my mother let us leave.