In which Mama Cats puts on her Big Girl Panties and Powerlevels: Basic cremation via Neptune Society is around $2,500 (source: I wrote the check, for a parent, please don’t douche rate me, it was hell). If he is unable to pay for a cremation (and many people have this built into their insurance, but god knows what Barb’s done with all of that since she borrowed against his own for the car insurance or payment or something) the county morgue will collect her and inter her in a mass grave, sometimes this is cremation ashes, sometimes it is not. Barbs age and health problems would preclude her from any organ or tissue donation (they literally don’t want you after a certain point, it’s just biology). But, she DOES seem to have a pre-arrangement with the niche next to the Slumbering Lumberjack, so I’m just going to pray to the bear that this was all pre-arranged years ago through Bob and she can’t touch the allocations for her death services. Dying is fucking expensive, you need dozens of copies of the death certificate and they’re 4 bucks a whack. You have to submit original copies to every insurance, bank, utility, legal agencies, et al. In order to release funds, frozen property assets or even the body! Twelve years later I am STILL needed them to move property bequeathed to me. Burying your parent as an only child is a fucking nightmare, I hope you never have to go through it. He will never be able to handle this alone. I hope he’s still speaking to Rocky when it happens.