A life lesson learned
When speaking on the phone to a dear friend whose mother has just passed away after a long and painful struggle with cancer...

do NOT utter the words "How's your mum?"

especially if both you and they know full well that a) you were there when she died and b) you cried like a baby at her funeral.

Thank god they saw the funny side and responded "Still dead thanks, bit like your Dad."

I am an excellent example of how qualifications are no reflection of actual intelligence.
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 17:21, 9 replies)

Pffft.
Classic reply.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 20 Dec 2007, 17:22, closed)

If
I could have hugged them down the phone, I would have.

I can be a real spacktard sometimes.
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 17:24, closed)

I can top this
Asking my Dad why he was wearing a black tie.

A week after his Mother's/my Grandmother's funeral. Which I had attended.





(In my defence I thought some-one else had kacked it as well)



(Still cringe to this day)
(osok Rebel without a clue, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 17:27, closed)

A friend of mine just passed away in unfortunate circumstances
His girlfriend has been staying at my house recently to get her head together.

Did I cringe when I heard (the day after the funeral) her 5-year-old daughter say 'Mummy, what's (name) getting me for christmas?'

Yes, I did.
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 17:28, closed)

Ahahahaahahah
to both of ^^^^

I have also answered the phone to someone at 1am screaming "Someone had better have fucking died for you to be ringing at this time."

They had. His mum. In a car crash...

I should probably just sew my mouth up really...
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 17:33, closed)

And I say it again...
...if I weren't already taken I'd marry you in a heartbeat. *laugh*
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 20 Dec 2007, 17:43, closed)

Lol
You should meet Tourettes, Rakky. You'd get on like a house on fire...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 20 Dec 2007, 20:13, closed)

.
I had a similar one when my Mum rang me at 9am one Saturday morning. I jokingly (and hungoverly) answered "Hello, who's died?"

There was a pause... then "Your grandad".

Felt like an utter twat for a good week after.
(Milo Minderbinder, Fri 21 Dec 2007, 10:37, closed)

Ahh, yer nan
A similar story to yours Rakky.

My best mate was round mine after he'd moved back up north with work. He was thumbing through some picture album whilst I was making a brew in the kitchen.

He came in and said 'ahhh, your nan' (as he'd always got on well and they had a mutual fondness of each other in a non-dodgy way), then said 'how is she?'

'She's dead mate'

After an awkard beat we both burst out laughing. She was indeed dead though.

'Aah yer nan' is now a common phrase we use for when you say summat inappropriate, or struggle for words.
(Heyzeus, Sat 22 Dec 2007, 16:19, closed)