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Shortly after my mom passed away, my dad and I went to pick up my mom’s ashes from the crematorium and my dad asked about the number tag that was attached to the box and the funeral director proudly said something like “Oh, yes! We use these for identification so we can ensure loved ones are reunited” and then he went on to mention that they also have a name label on the bottom and, when he flipped it over to show us, there was the name of some random person who definitely wasn’t my mom.

The funeral director looked absolutely mortified and pretty much ran away with the box and returned with my mom’s box and apologized profusely, but my dad and I just sat there, desperately trying to calm the funeral director while trying to control our laughter because we both knew my mom would have been laughing the hardest about the absurdity of it all.