Help provide Donald J. Rankin, Jr.'s funeral

Hi everyone, I'm Mary Ann; ...wife of Don Rankin, III, helping him write this as he's finding it difficult. I'm the daughter-in-law of Don Rankin, Jr.. He was a recently widowed father of three who'd been a machinist, excavating machine operator, carpenter and contractor. An occupational injury, arthritis and worse restricted his movement in later years, but he stayed strong until about 2020 by tinkering, visiting and welcoming friends and family, and maintaining the lawn and home he'd designed and literally built with his wife Anna. Both lost a lot of vigor while isolating during the pandemic, which coincidentally threw my husband out of work. While their two daughters remained employed and helped while off the clock, my husband (Don III) freely took on his parents' property maintenance, medication, medical appointments and transportation. After a poor surgical outcome left Anna in a nursing facility, my Don moved in with his Dad to cook, clean and care for him around the clock. Financially, we'd known for years that Don & Anna were barely making it from month to month, but we finally learned the extent to which they'd consolidated debts (including huge medical bills) with home equity and mortgage loans -- and also that they'd become unable to afford life insurance. Their combined retirement incomes barely paid their minimum bills and, when Anna died last year, her retirement income was lost. Since then, Don Jr.'s monthly bills have been nearly three times his monthly income. None of us could correct these things, and we were barely able to arrange Anna's funeral. I moved in with my husband in his old bedroom at his Dad's house last winter, helping with meals and support while he and his Dad soldiered on. They worked hard, as despite his public dismissals of any fear of death, Dad had no intention of dying. My Don took him to doctors and specialists, helped him exercise, and took him to a lawyer to update estate plans so we wouldn't inherit his debt. Dad also sought and underwent a successful knee surgery, to be able to walk longer and get stronger, so my husband could return to earning a living. His primary care physician repeatedly called him a "tough old bird ... taking the hard path," overcoming challenges few people would. Sadly though, my father-in-law's health suddenly took a wrong turn five months ago, and most of the rest of his life was spent in the hospital. Even at that, things were looking up shortly before Christmas. At that point, side effects of needed medicines suddenly put him on a unsustainable path. He himself chose hospice care, but didn't even make the trip from ICU to the hospice room. We feel he deserves a humble but proper funeral, but are incapable of providing it. Please help if you can.