I did my dads funeral my way.
we had a direct cremation, a short service around his coffin, just me, dh and the children. It was ten mins, we played his favourite songs, and then we went home. None of the hearse nonsense just for the 5 of us. We met them at the crem. No flowers as he hated me wasting money, and funerals really are a racket. The price of the coffins they tried to flog me for a bloody cremation was laughable.
We got his ashes back, they stayed in the house for a while then a few months later last summer, we had them buried in the church he was christened in. The vicar did a lovely grave side service, his favourite music was played, again just me, dh and the kids. That was his real funeral, in the church yard where all his grandparents are, with his grandchildren there.
We had watched him die an terrible death from dementia. He’d been in a home for 3 years. I’d begged his friends and his brother for help but they all abandoned him. I was the one dealing with the trauma of 3 years of fighting for his dignity in a home, then siting alone with him for 5 days watching him die and agonising death. No one gave a shit then.
What I’m saying is, do it for you. No one else. One of his friends said I’d been selfish. And so what?
The only people that would have gained from a huge production would have been the funeral directors and people pretending to care when they’d left him to rot when I needed them.
I’m happy I did what I did.