Dad's "Pine Box"
Dad, being the unassuming humble jokester he was, always said that when the time came, all he wanted was "a pine box". We laughed and said, "sure, Dad, we won't do anything fancy."
But when the time did come, the more we thought about it, the more we realized he was right. The traditional casket — adorned with carvings and bevels and gigantic brassy hardware, dark wood all glossed up until it seemed plastic — just wasn't Dad.
So Deanne, in her creative brilliance, decided to commission something more appropriate. She and Mom contacted a local craftsman and worked with him to create something light and simple, in the style of the modern Scandinavian furniture that Dad loved and that filled our home. There is no visible hardware. The top slides instead of lifting on a hinge. The entire piece is Alder, down to the elegant finger joints and handles.
The finished product was less expensive than any of the funeral home options and I know he'd love it.
(Try to ignore the wallpaper and cart with wheels. These belong to the mortuary.)