"It's a Muggle drill making company; he worked there all his life. Used to drive Dudley and me to boredom at the breakfast table. The point is, they're probably not even going to have enough folks to be pallbearers, Gin! Dudley and I are gonna have to do it ourselves. It's not like a magical service, where you can just float the casket over to the gravesite. Remember Colin Creevey's funeral?"