A few years ago I worked in a funeral home where we provided the service of funeral processions and cremation, I drove the van and during the time I was there I had to take all kinds of deceased from children, young people, adults and the elderly, which for me was already like any job, at first I was hurt by the suffering of others who lost his relatives, I must confess that I can't bear it.


One day we were hired to provide the cremation service to a 60-year-old man, he was a peasant, and after the mass with his body present at the time of removing him from the church I noticed that there were many frictions between the relatives, I heard things like, “that was not his will”, “that's not how he wanted”, “you shouldn't” things like that, until one quarrel between two women where they had to separate them, the atmosphere rather than sadness was harsh.


We put him in the van and left for the pantheon, halfway through the road we had a flat tire, to change it we didn't bring the tool that was supposedly in the van, I had to go for a vulcanizer that is on the avenue, he struggled like never before to remove the wheel, almost everything was changed and it even went through other screws and so on they lost like 2 hours of time.


Even the boss called us, we informed him about the wheel, already fixed, we left for the crematorium, on the way the radio began to turn on and off by itself, it had a long time of use, so I told my colleague Mario that maybe it was the blows that occurred due to the tire problem, the strange thing is that a” Noo, Nooo” and so, when we entered the pantheon the light went out, my friend Mario already nervously said “hell what's going on with this gentleman” we had already arrived at the crematorium.


When I got out of the van I couldn't open the rear doors, I looked at the insurance, but I didn't have it, I was free. I told myself this door has already been locked, it doesn't want to open, Mario and I were pulling it, I tried the key and nothing, it still couldn't open, we informed our boss and from the office they sent us a locksmith who took more than an hour to arrive, it was already 11 pm and we had left the church at 7 pm.


He started working on the lock on the van, he had to drill to break the sheet metal and it was already 11:30pm, we finally took it out, inside again a problem arose, the lock on the coffin to get the deceased out got stuck so much that we had to blow it up with a hammer, until we finally took it out and settled where it would be incinerated, we left it to him to the oven operator who also struggled to turn on the oven.


Finally the incineration process began, suddenly there was a loud explosion coming out of the chimney, a red and blue light, the cemetery night watchman arrived asking if something bad had happened, the operator said that everything is fine that it could have been an accumulation of gas, he invited us to retire and come tomorrow for the ashes.


The next day we returned for the ashes to take them to the funeral home and hand them over to the bereaved, and so it was. They came at 2 in the afternoon for the ashes, the people who were arguing the day before still carried discontent on their faces.


When handing over the urn with the ashes, the woman who one day before wanted to hit the wife of the one who hired us, withdrew from the funeral home and as I crossed the street I saw the urn fall out of her hands, breaking quickly and thus spreading the ashes to disappear quickly in a strong wind.

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