Company History

M A Mills has been a family business since it was opened in 1995. Originally C D Allcock Funeral Service run by Clive Allcock, before changing to be M A Mills in 2001. Michele and Anthony Mills lived in Radcliffe On Trent and were well known within the community. Michele was literally born into the funeral business, as her father who retired as a funeral director after 38 years’ service, lived above the office that he managed with his wife, and where Michele was born. Michele left school at 16 and started working for Co-operative Funeral Service, working there for 17 years until in 2001. Anthony having left the Army in 1990 after 5 years’ service started working for Co-operative Funeral Service in 1991 until in 1995 he moved to work at Wilford Hill Crematorium as a technician for 6 years until his move in 2001 to C. D. Allcock Funeral Service. In 2023 Michele and Tony took early retirement and sold the company to LR Bereavement Group, a company owned by the Lymn Rose Family, who also own A.W. Lymn The Family Funeral Service.

Arranging A Funeral

When you have to make funeral arrangements, it can feel like quite a daunting task at first, our job is to comfort you and make you feel at ease, whether that is in the comfort of your own home, or here at our office.

During the arrangements, we will discuss a range of options, our aim is to cater to all needs and to take as much burden away from you as possible.

After the arrangements you will be provided will a full written estimate breaking down our costings and disbursements.


What is dying?

I am standing on the seashore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.

She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: "She is gone."

Gone Where?

Gone from my sight that is all.

She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.

The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says,

"She is gone"

there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:

"There she comes!"

and that is dying.