The father was gone, the daughter who knew nothing about traditions had to step up to take charge of the Hong Kong -style funeral. But her mind was a complete blank when being asked what her dad's favourite food was. She couldn't get a space from the public columbaria for her dad because of background checks and public policy, so had to look for private solutions. But she found this as difficult as finding a flat in daily life. Social, political problems in daily life just didn't let you go. Could we really rest in peace?