My Dad died last year (2015). He was Irish, brought up Catholic and we had him cremated here in England where he had lived for 20 years. We had organised a ceremony in Ireland for a couple of days after and arrived at the Crematorium to pick him up – my brother and I. They told us that he hadn’t gone in yet. The man before was obese and because fat burns at a higher temperature the ovens had overheated. Can you come back in an hour? We were a bit shocked. We came back. He was still warm. Flying back with Dad at my feet felt odd. The Catholic service was strangely comforting.
