You know, the thing I can't help but notice is that the funeral director was aware of us. Prepared for it. Was ready for us.
He was less sympathetic than any other official we talked to about the subject. Her parents pushed hard to get her deadname on the death certificate. We were lied to about the name.

They went to a transphobic funeral home. Deliberately. With malice.

And that weasel of an asshole was happy to help her.