Sixty people. An 11:20 slot, twenty minutes of service inside a thirty minute booking, and the next family's cars already in the car park. Pam handed you the order of service at the door, said she could not talk to anybody this morning, and told the funeral director that anything he needs today he asks you. Dean's name is not on that order of service anywhere. The flowers on the coffin have a card in Dean's handwriting, which you read on the way in, so somebody let him send them. You are two lines from the paragraph about the yard, the one you wrote with Dean's name in it.
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