This is a conversation I had this evening in the supermarket by the refrigerated pizzas and special offers counter.
me: Hello, how is everyone and how's your mum?
her: She died...
me: Oh, I'm so sorry.
her: It's alright, she died six years ago.
her: Mum and dad are both in the local cemetery now.
me: um, were they from here?
Then I was told where the respective parents were from and where she herself grew up.
her: The dog died as well. It was a choice as to whether mum should be buried in the garden and the dog with dad. But then dad bought and paid for a double lair and would have been upset if mum had not used it.
me: (nodding my head), of course.
her: But then, dad liked the dog and they went out a lot together, so perhaps he would not have minded too much.
me: Hm, I see.
her: The funeral directors said they could arrange to bury mum in the garden, but we thought perhaps not. So, we have mum and dad in the cemetery together and the dog is buried in the garden.