I'm sure we all empathise with all these stories. Each time I receive a death certificate, I wonder why on earth I ordered it; they always upset me. The worst one for me was my maternal Grandfather's. He and my Grandmother were divorced soon after the birth of my Mum's younger sister and, as was the way in those days, all contact with his girls ceased. All I knew when I started my research, was his name. When I received his death certificate, it was to confirm that I was four years old when he died, and he'd never moved away. We were about five miles away from this man I never met and my Mother had not seen him in all those years. What a shame.