A conveyor belt funeral at the crematorium: a 30 minute service then the next lot were ready to come in.
The kids came just to make sure June really was dead.
She was a piece of work, but he loved her. In 20 years he’d never seen her lift a dish cloth. Living with her was like living in a midden.
Now he looked forward to coming home to a tidy house.
Fiona went in first.
‘Dad, you’ve been robbed. Call the police!’
He walked in, saw the mess and knew: June was still here. She would never leave him.