The last funeral director I dealt with was sufficiently personable on the surface, but revealed himself to be a deeply craven person with just a few well-timed subtle reactions. He managed to convey to my aunt, without actually verbalizing such, that the wedding band he had just handed her was removed along with her father’s finger earlier that morning. I like to think she missed the reference, and of course I’ll never ask her. But I caught it plain as day.
