Marker Mixup

Thursday evening, Dave and I met at the cemetery to visit Dad. I brought him a red rose.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that Mom's marker had arrived and been placed next to Dad's.

Do you see it?

I was not so pleasantly surprised to find that Mom's marker does not match Dad's.

Does. Not. Match.

I did not ask for much with the marker, only that it be the same style as Dad's. I think that I am sufficiently calm now and will call Monday to have the situation rectified. But at the time, all I could think was:
"Will nothing ever be right in the world again?"

I'm not sure.