There was this once...
My great-uncle died.

I'd only seen him a few times when he was alive, as his wife (my grandmother's sister) was an antisocial sod, and didn't like us. For years I thought it was us, but it turns out she hated everyone.

Anyway, she died. Then he became poorly. I managed to get to see him a couple of times before he died. He was a lovely chap, really. I overheard him telling my Dad what a good chap I'd turned into. (If only he knew, eh?)

So... the point? Well, after he'd died, we had to clean his house out. My Dad, my brother and I drove down in this completely shit Luton van, and set to.

Part of the way through the day, I happened across a small blue tin. Naturally, being of the mildly curious type, I opened the tin.

"Ewwwwwwwwwwww!" I emote. In it was his false teeth, now somewhat mouldy from neglect. I quickly slam the lid back on. From behind, I hear the familiar noise of my Dad pissing himself laughing.

When he recovered, my Dad said that he'd done the same thing too. There was only one possible course of action left!

That's right, dear reader - I left the tin cunningly concealed for my brother to find. It wasn't long before we heard "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" echo through the house. He'd found it. We'd have told him to get over it... but we were too busy laughing.

He's yet to forgive me.

On a happier note, I'm sure he'd have laughed hysterically himself if he'd seen it. And we found letters we'd written him as small children, carefully folded away.

Does that count as *part* of a dead body?
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Mon 3 Mar 2008, 20:50, 1 reply)

This reminds me of the time
my ex-girlfriend found my retainer.
2 years now, and they're still straight.
( Grokthought wouldn't pay that for Chinese 5-Spice, Tue 4 Mar 2008, 5:42, closed)