| Comment | Heres another insane aspect to it that I only learned in recent years.
My granda wanted to be cremated. When he died and the arrangements were getting made I asked "Daldowie?". Got shot down in flames by my gran and dad. "That's the proddy crem!"
It was that day I learned that catholics and protestants have specific graveyards and crematoriums. Catholics get cremated at Cadder, Protestants at Daldowie. Then further found out that you can't use just any undertakers, we *had* to use a catholic undertakers.
Fucking madness. I remember thinking that I hoped heaven was real and my auld granda was looking down on us after learning the eternal secrets learned after death and was laughing his heed aff at the absolute state of it all. |
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