Parking is a breeze. There’s a decent-sized car park that doesn’t force you to park on a grass verge or balance your car on a curb. You’re not going to have that panic of “Where do I put the Ford Fiesta?” while you’re clutching a tissue.
The toilets are clean. That might sound random, but when you’ve been to some venues where the loo is from 1972 and smells faintly of mothballs, you appreciate a modern, spotless facility. Trust me, it matters on emotional days.
Seats in the chapel are comfortable enough for a 30-minute service. No one wants to have a numb bum while trying to hold back tears—that’s just adding insult to injury.
