Email to my sisters, et al, dated 19 August 2024, sans attachment:

[Sister], et al:

Whelp... it's been an actual week. I haven't heard a whisper.

I want an update (as expeditiously as you possibly can) letting me know:

• the date mom's ashes are deposited with a carrier; 

• what carrier is used; and

• what the tracking number is.

The address again is: [me at work].

If there's some reason you can't or won't be sending my portion of mom's ashes immediately (within the next 24 to 48 hours), I want to know exactly the reason why not, and when I actually will be able to receive them. I don't care if you're out of town, traveling for business, whatever -- if you can't do it, I expect to be informed so that I'm not just imagining you're being rude.

EVERY ADDITIONAL DAY I have to sit here in silence is an insult to my mother's memory.

Thank you, [friend], for bearing witness to my request; it is, sadly, more than blood apparently has time for.

VTF,

Philippe

Nb. Just want to reiterate (again... does that make it redundant?) that I'm still awaiting responses to a few outstanding inquiries...