The unfortunate side of grief they don’t warn you about is the bureaucracy. The invasion of privacy (Jacob was a guest on my bank account, AKA could use my debit). Had to call over three times and I still receive mail in his name for my bank account? Now they want a death certificate and are gonna call for more questions… I asked if they wanted the ashes directly. Fucking heathens. It seems silly but to open your mail over two years later and find this same silly shit will fucking gut punch you.