Have you ever been explaining something to somebody and find yourself not believing your own story?
This happened to me the other day in a phone conversation. I recently discovered the location of my grandmother’s ashes at a local crematorium, where they’ve been sitting in an area called “The Tower” (sort of a Potter’s Field for cremains) for the last 75 years. So I called the place and asked what I would need to do to claim the urn.
Me: ::explain what I want to do::
Her: Are you a relative?
Me: Yes, I’m her grandson.
Her: Is your father alive?
Me: No, he died in the 60s.
Her: And where is he buried?
Me: Somewhere in Fairbanks, AK
Her: Do you know the cemetery?
Me: Nope. I didn’t know the guy and had nothing to do with his burial.
Her: Do you have something showing your relationship to your father and to your grandmother?
Me: Like what?
Her: Birth certificate?
Me: Well, my stepfather adopted me, so my last name isn’t the same, and the birth certificate was changed to reflect that.
Her: Is your grandfather still alive?
Me: No, he died of diabetes complications in 1915
Her: Your mother?
Me: No, she died in the 90s and never spoke about that side of the family.
Her: Do you have any other documents?
Me: Well, I may have a baptismal certificate, but it’s in my fire safe and I’ve lost the keys to it (this is where I started thinking ‘boy, does this sound like some sort of scam’)
Her: Wellllll…without some sort of direct link, we can’t release the remains. What about another family member?
Me: My brother took care of the burial, but we’re estranged at the moment.
Her: :: silence::
Me: Hey, I know this starting to sound fishy to you, but honestly, I’m on the up and up.
I think if I’d been her, I’d have probably hung up on me.
Have you ever been in this sort of situation? Without being Ummkay, that is?