Funeral expenses for Trisha Smith

On Tuesday,  September 29th,  I was standing in my kitchen when my phone rang. I saw my grandpa was calling, I thought he was going to tell me something about my mother.  I figured it was something simple, important enough to call but ultimately nothing major. So I was totally unprepared to hear that he thought she was dead. Dishes went clattering to the counter as I tried to make sense of what I just heard. I kept everything in long enough to say "I'm on my way". I threw on shoes, got in the car, and started driving. I got to the end of the block before I started shaking. I called my dad. He heard me say "I need you to do me a favor" before I started sobbing.  He and my step mom ended up meeting me there. The whole way there I thought, this can't be true. This had to be a dream, a very bad dream. I pulled up to my grandpa's house and there was an ambulance and deputies parked all over. Still though, I had a little hope I was dreaming. Then I saw my grandpa standing by the house with my uncle and cousins, it hit me it was real. She really had died. I never expected this to be happening, especially not yet. As things have started being gone through, it turns out she didn't have any savings or life insurance. I know she would want more than anything to be put to rest beside my Grammy Peggy. At this time, my best option is have her cremated to have her ashes interred with a small service. I hate asking for help because I know a lot of people are struggling right now but, if you want to help, it is appreciated. Thank you.