This caused some consternation, and bemusement, followed by some gentle questioning to determine whether this was a prelude to some more serious news. As in "Have you ever thought about opening a pet cemetery?": "By the way, I ran over your cat on the way here."
Thankfully, the entire conversation came about after she read an article in the weekend FT about "green funerals", and she has decided to make a stand. Or more accurately, go green whilst lying down.
Having allowed some time to elapse, just to check there wasn't anything she hadn't told us, I think that a call to the local undertakers - to determine their supply arrangements - is in order.
Assuming her trip to St Kilda today - not bad going for someone in their late 70's - is uneventful, a sample coffin might look like this.
Failing which, there's always the wormery ....