Gary Deiters, the inept funeral director, buried my father in the wrong plot, and then angrily refused to correct this horrible mistake. I was forced to hire an attorney. Rather than seizing upon the opportunity to do the right thing, the decent thing, and reinter my father, Deiter hired an attorney of his own to defend his indefensible actions. Bear in mind, he was fighting us while my family was still mourning the loss of our beloved father. Of course, Deiter lost, and was forced move my father to his correct resting place. Deiter was slick and charming when he was reaching in your pocket, but became a low-class thug when asked to spend money to correct his own mistake.