Putting the Fun in Funeral
Some deaths come suddenly or too soon and can really hit hard, others seem to be a blessed relief. Similarly, some funerals can be deeply upsetting and sad, others can make you want to hug the world.
Mmm, don't want to bring you down or anything, but tell us your funeral stories...
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 9:31)
Some deaths come suddenly or too soon and can really hit hard, others seem to be a blessed relief. Similarly, some funerals can be deeply upsetting and sad, others can make you want to hug the world.
Mmm, don't want to bring you down or anything, but tell us your funeral stories...
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 9:31)
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Don't stop me now...
My mates funeral, back in November, was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. He died in very tragic circumstances, and it took weeks before we could bury him as his death was being investigated by the MoD.
Anyway, the funeral itself was, to be frank, fucking awesome. They had to close the shopping 'centre' (those that know Reddish in Stockport know what I mean... hardly a commercial epicentre is it?!) becuase of the 300 Royal Marines marching to the church. The uligy (sp?) was terrific, he had teh bugle call thing, a 12 gun salute (or is it ten? I forget...) and I learnt so much about my dearly missed friend.
His send off tune was Don't Stop Me Know, and I can't hear it without filling up then burtsing out laughing. We all went to the boozer afterwards, but there were so many of us we went to the offy next door for beer becuse the que for the bar was immense.
Fast forward 6 hours to a local kareoke spot, and 20 odd pissed up lads in suits belting out our mates anthem.
An horrific day for what we went through, but strangely a beautiful day...
Pax Vobisum, Ste. Love you and miss you.
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 14:31, Reply)
My mates funeral, back in November, was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. He died in very tragic circumstances, and it took weeks before we could bury him as his death was being investigated by the MoD.
Anyway, the funeral itself was, to be frank, fucking awesome. They had to close the shopping 'centre' (those that know Reddish in Stockport know what I mean... hardly a commercial epicentre is it?!) becuase of the 300 Royal Marines marching to the church. The uligy (sp?) was terrific, he had teh bugle call thing, a 12 gun salute (or is it ten? I forget...) and I learnt so much about my dearly missed friend.
His send off tune was Don't Stop Me Know, and I can't hear it without filling up then burtsing out laughing. We all went to the boozer afterwards, but there were so many of us we went to the offy next door for beer becuse the que for the bar was immense.
Fast forward 6 hours to a local kareoke spot, and 20 odd pissed up lads in suits belting out our mates anthem.
An horrific day for what we went through, but strangely a beautiful day...
Pax Vobisum, Ste. Love you and miss you.
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 14:31, Reply)
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