“That’s where you’ll find the broom and mop if you need it.” Mr Jenkins explained, approaching them from behind, wanting to put his broom and dustpan away. Samantha stepped aside to let him past and he opened the door wide. “Bin bags are in there too.” He explained, patting a stack of heavy-duty, folded bags on a shelf. “Black for normal rubbish, green for bones and other food waste.” Samantha felt the butterflies of excitement in her belly knowing that he was talking about her remains. “There’s two big bins out the back round the corner, they get emptied once a week and the leftovers taken for recycling.” he explained. “Whatever you don’t want to take home, pop in a green bag and leave in there and it will get used for animal feed, fertiliser and biofuel, that sort of thing.” Samantha slipped her hand into her dad’s and squeezed it.


As odd as it sounds, that was the part that did it for me. 🤤