Funeral, as others have said. When I lost my dad, it was a case of the cobbler’s kids have no shoes. My father was an attorney without a will. He had a transplant when he was young and always expected to see the failure coming and prepare for his demise. Hahaha. Brain tumor. I have three wonderful half-siblings, and as the oldest, that I’ve never seen as anything other than full siblings. I had their support but it was me dealing with the demise. Thankfully I have a younger aunt that I’ve always gotten along with that supported me. They have a bit of savings and we’re able to help me. I learned how fucked it all is and how much it suck’s to have nothing and die. I didn’t have to deal with that. I learned being grateful I wasn’t in a worse spot and mourning were possible. I feel for people there. The funeral homes are predatory. Have a plan. A wake or remembrance. Have your least emotional people put things together. I was that guy, I needed support and couldn’t have done it without them, but I talked. I told the funeral director to save the spiel, give me the cheapest coffin. I told him we’d take care of everything outside of the place. (I’m fortunate my aunt is an event planner, wasn’t a hard thing to do but she made it extraordinarily easy and this is part of me explaining I was fortunate.) I told the people at the Catholic cemetery and moratorium, where my dad was to be interred, indoors) to their face I didn’t care if he leaked out, I didn’t want to pay the 500 bucks for a sealant. The look on that ladies face was awesome. I said I’d buy a dozen bottles of Flex Seal and make it leak proof. No budge. My aunt was awesome, stone faced. They didn’t try to upswell me after the county fee. It was an awful experience. I’m the type to always find humor in things and be laidback, but I’d be beyond distraught if I went into that blind. It sucks losing people you love, and people you love will go eventually, but don’t compound grief with stress if you can avoid it.