my father passed away on Saturday, or probably on Sunday.
I'm not sure as I was not there.
But he was cremated for sure on Monday.
father was waiting for a long time after his death.
He wouldn't have allowed it if he was alive.
after his end he wanted it to be 'the end' as quickly as possible rather than rotting around & stipulated in his last wish to be cremated strictly within 12 hours.
he should have known better for a self taught man who grew up on the road that your wishes are seldom fulfilled in real world, and, to expect them to be satisfied when your at nether world would just be too much of an asking.
The delay was owing to the confusion over his last place of rest.
he had planned well ahead and done the necessary to own a six feet after his death in the cemetery nearby home.
it was uncharacteristically far sighted for a man whose profession was to sell lands but never managed to own an inch for himself.
Anyway, everybody else who had an influence over his dead body wanted him to be buried in Colombo -7, where the posh were living and well to do were buried.
the necessary clearance were hard to come by as it was a weekend.
and the municipal authorities were determined not to give in even an inch to nobody; certainly not after they are dead death.
due to all this, the dead man, lying innocently without the uncertainty that 'all would be fine', with a smile in his face, sleeping his last sleep at the mortuary in the government hospital, grew to become a sort of a small problem.
and the problem was portrayed out of proportion by the relatives who found great concern for the man after his death; the honour of the family itself apparently was at stake now.
when i got to hear about dead man waiting, i realized there is not an ending of problems even after death.
hwat a Tragedy the life is.
