Stella + funeral
When my Nan died, my mum lost it a bit. Really hit home hard. In the end I got some leave from college to help her out. So when the funeral day came, I drove to my mums and got changed, off we go to the Crem in Derby.

Well, me and my mum always thought that Nan had a few friends at the Womens Guild. Maybe a few would turn up and pay their last requests.

Nealry 350 people turned up. Most of them with tales of my Nan from yester-year about parties and dancing and drinking...

This was an absolute shocker, and to be honest it turned out to be great. Somehow, whilst in the Mamillan Hospice off her head on pain-killers, she had managed to get someone to put £1000 behind the bar for "family to remember her by".

I truely obliged, and to be honest everything went fuzzy.

The afternoon sherry and coffee turned into a competition of who knew Jessie worst/best story, and me, my mum and the rest of the family spent the afternoon drinking and laughing.

I now it sounds odd, but was the kind of thing we thought my Nan would have hated - drunken revelary!!

Oh, and my little sister, 4 at the time, got the Vicar with the question

"Will my Nan have wings?"
"Of course, everyone in heaven does" says Rev
"well, she couldn't drive when she was alive and I don't think shes got a license, so does God give her lessons??"
(gjb006, Thu 11 May 2006, 16:30, Reply)