Chapter Thirteen
They stood at the very back of the assembled mourners. The funeral, although odd, was remarkably short, which won it some points in Myrtle’s point of view. Myrtle attended many funerals that had dragged on well over an hour. There was no minister present; instead, there were eulogies given. Some of the eulogies were clearly planned with nervous speakers holding a script in front of them. Some of them were obviously written on the spur of the moment. Both Chester’s associates from the construction industry and Hattie’s unusual friends spoke. But Hattie’s friends all prefaced their eulogies with: “I didn’t really know Chester Struby, but ...”
Miles looked scandalized. He whispered, “No minister? No ashes to ashes and dust to dust?”
“Really, Miles. I’m now getting a very c
