The last time I went back to Belgium was for my stepdad's funeral. He was cremated but we had the urn at the ceremony so the entire process just flowed without any rush.

The final act, next day, was to spread his ashes at the local cemetery according to Masonic rites. Unfortunately for the hapless funeral director, it was the foggiest day of the year and we could barely make him out standing a few meters in front of us. When he asked my Mom in which direction she wanted the ashes spread, she responded "East, in the direction the sun rises". Poor guy about sank in the ground himself :-/