Michael took one look at his mother's pre-purchased metal urn, and decided he had to turn it into a work of art. I didn't see the original state, though I heard it described by his brother and sister as looking like an electrical box or a metal milk carton. Last night Michael went up on the roof and spray painted the sides with an array of colors reminiscent of the Miami cloud-scapes. This morning while I drove him to the funeral, he embellished the sides and top with winged butterflies/moths.
Like the artwork, the service was light, airy, full of love and grace.
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