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A Bizarre Request for Man and Van Plymouth

A bizarre enquiry last week left me pondering my own mortality. It was a Wednesday evening and having finished a busy day moving sofas, boxes and normal household furniture in my self-proclaimed role as Plymouth's leading Man and Van Service, I received a disconcerting new enquiry. "Hi there", queried a slightly tremulous voice, "This is an unusual request???..would you consider moving a coffin?" Not being the usual fodder for Plymouth's Premier Man and Van Service, I was slightly taken aback. I struggled momentarily, wondering whether I did do coffins (so to speak), before my capitalist genes got the better of me and I responded. "I suppose I could do??". (It wasn't a very positive sort of yes. The "suppose" and "could" bits remaining as my get out of jail cards if for some reason on recounting this story to my wife, she told me I was a fool.) "Oh great" came the reply, "It's totally legit? it's just that someone's died, been in the mortuary for three and half weeks and we need to move the body. I'll try and make some arrangements and then I'll call you back. Next week some time?" It's amazing on reflection how shocked I was by this particular enquiry, given that I was in the box moving business and I rarely thought twice about the contents of the many items I shifted on a daily basis. This big box however really seemed to stick in my mind, the cardboard reality of those things we really don't want to think about. The next few days whistled by as the coroner was booked to release the body and the crematorium booked to receive it. In addition I had to log my registration details with the police, just in case some poor traffic cop stopped me and found something uniquely coffin-like and difficult to explain in the back of what on first glance appeared to be just another white van.

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When Monday morning came, it was a typically miserable and wet Plymouth day. I drove to the customer's house to collect the cardboard coffin, which had been purchased online for ?200 and pushed it into the rear of the van. We then drove in a convoy of two, to the mortuary, buried deep within Plymouth's Derriford hospital. Large double doors swung open and a mortuary technician in green robes took the cardboard coffin away. The coroner then met us and asked the deceased's son what he wanted written on the coffin. After a long silence, he prompted that the name and date of birth were usual and the son acquiesced. After a further five minutes two green robed technicians returned with the newly inscribed coffin loaded onto an impressive pneumatically controlled trolley. They deftly manoeuvred the box towards the van and we slid it into the back. We continued in our convoy of two to the crematorium and awaited instructions from the crematorium staff. Unexpectedly there were two other people at the chapel (friends of the deceased), awaiting arrival of the coffin. I could sense their surprise as they saw the choice of coffin transport. Unfortunately the crematorium's choice of trolley was far less impressive than the mortuary's, lacking in both pneumatics and capacity to such a degree that I had to jump back into the van and push the coffin until it pivoted unsteadily onto the trolley. The crematorium employee also seemed to have a distinct lack of desire to lift or shift coffins, which was slightly surprising given his choice of occupation. Given my own propensity to lifting and shifting I helped manoeuvre the coffin up the slope and into the chapel of rest and then into that final resting position on the rollers in front of the incinerator curtain. Perhaps I should have supplemented my ?25 charge with some of the ?500 the crematorium had charged for their services. Having completed my most peculiar job to date, I jumped back into the van and set off for Plymouth and my next job. I reflected that it would be nice to have a few friends and family at my own funeral.