When our daughter died, we were offered the option of cremation. Since our daughter had died in a house fire, that might have seemed the logical solution, since she was too damaged to be viewed at the funeral. However, we opted for the casket and the regular Catholic funeral and burial in the Catholic cemetery north of town, next to where her dad and I wish to be buried someday. I, being deathly afraid of burning to death (how ironic that she should die in this manner) just could not bear the thought of her going through the fire twice. Does that sound silly? Perhaps, but it was the way we felt and we have never regretted our decision.
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