At one point during my career with the U.S. Postal service I worked as the Claims Clerk. My job was to investigate lost packages, etc.
One day I got a call from a local funeral parlor. Seems that the day before they had sent registered mail the ashes of a dearly departed to the town across the lake, but those ashes hadn’t yet arrived. The services were scheduled to begin shortly and everyone was at the cemetery standing around and waiting.
I made a few hasty phone calls and discovered the urn still in the safe of a small Post Office near the cemetery. They sent a special messenger and he arrived about an hour after the scheduled start of the ceremony.
The services finally began but, alas, our poor boy was late for his own funeral.