So Crystal tells me that the funeral home called and said that Andrew's death certificate was ready for us to pick up....not exactly something either of us was just aching to go do, but it did need to be done, and it would be a good chance to go visit his gravesite again.
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rgansle kept a watch over Aeryn for the two of us, we drove to the funeral home to pick up the certificate. Once there, we told the receptionist what we needed and she called back to some minion who promptly came forward with the death certificate. After I signed to attest that I had in fact received said certificate, Crystal and I headed out the door. Once outside, I handed the folder with the certificate to Crystal and somewhat jokingly told her she should look it over real quick and make sure that we had obtained the correct death certificate because it would just really suck to get home and find out we had someone elses. She looks at it and immediately tells me that they
still had our street name spelled incorrectly....Aveno when it should be Avena.
Now at this point, I'm mildly annoyed because the director who set this all up with us had given us a copy of the death certificate form to proof and make sure that everything was correct. On there, the street was misspelled, and we both pointed out to her this fact and explained how it should be spelled,
and she proceeded to make a note that these changes needed to be done. But hey, mistakes happen, I understand that and it's just really no big deal.
When I go back inside, the lady who gave us the death certificate is still standing there and so I proceed to explain to her that our address is incorrect in 2 places on the certificate because our street name is misspelled...while of course adding in that we had already mentioned to them that this correction needed to be made. She then proceeds to get a very deep and thoughtful look, (not unlike the ones my daughter gets when she is working up a gigantic poop) looks over at the receptionist, frowns and then says, "hmmmm. That's gonna take a long time, cuz we've gotta send it back into the state and all that...yeah." While saying all this, she is giving us a look that, at least to me, strongly conveyed the message, "Why are you bothering me with this? It's done. Who cares if your street name is misspelled? Please just agree that you don't care and go home." I quickly bit off my immedaite response which was, "I don't care if you have to send it to the fucking Pope, just fix your own fucking mistake and give me my son's correct death certificate." and instead agreed that yes, it might take awhile, but that was fine as long as they could get it fixed. Once she saw that we were not going to just walk out, she took it back and said they would call us once they got the corrected copy in.
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people? Neither I nor Crystal have any desire to be anywhere in the funeral home ever again...and obviously we're still not feeling like the world is a bright, sunshiny place all the time. So why the hell did this lady try to be difficult? There's already a whole host of things I'll never understand...I guess I can just add this to the list.
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