“Stop all the Clocks…” W.H Auden (1938) A Pet Crematorium situated in Singapore’s north western suburb. A simple program; A simple space. A place to grief; to reconcile; to remember.  From afar, one makes out a solitary, towering silhouette against the verdant tropical vegetation. Closer front, the mourning party encounters a deep indigo blue. An oculus reveals little but the casket and towering cremation hall in the background.  One ambles across the tree-lined garden towards the service hall at the opposing end, measured and absorbed.  Within the hall, time stands still. The final farewell bid is casted as the casket passes the timber-slated wall, into the cremation chamber. One’s gaze traverses upwards from the capacious space, ending at the skylight above – a comforting, serene reminder that the Departed will await its owner to cross the Rainbow Bridge together. It desires to offers more than cremation services for the pets. To afford slowness and grace, very often overlooked in a highly effective society, like Singapore.