I've already posted about seeing my dad's body
Here www.b3ta.com/questions/deadbodies/post124732
But I never told you about the funneral from hell!
At the crem all goes according to plan until the wake that is....

My dad liked a tipple so we held the wake at his local (rough as hell) pub.
Being the angry wee lass that I was I got very drunk very quickley and me and mr woodbine left early. We had a huge fight but was soon sorted! The next day I called my sister to say sorry for running out and how did it go? Well

A friend of her had brought her kids along which were playing with a locals dog (that was in the bar) the dog turned and bit 1 of the lads so 1st one to the hospital.
My uncle decided it was time to tell the rest of the family what he thought of them cakes were thrown (apparently) punches chucked around and he became knocked out another ambulance! Then my Aunty decides she's off and being a little drunk falls down the stairs and splits her head open- ambulance 2 called! The whole family were then kicked out ( can you imagine being thrown out of a wake)

So all night my sister was in A and E running inbetween 3 cubicals. Oh how I laughed! Me I was comatose on the sofa after all the bacardi and cokes jock style!

You had to be there and I missed it :-(

Length- about 8 hours A and E was very busy
( Mrswoodbine finally has her own account., Fri 29 Feb 2008, 11:50, Reply)