Not quite the QOTW, but close.
First, as with my last post, a little backstory.

My school is a head-up-its-own-arse grammar school in Plymouth, that may or may not be titled evenport-day igh-hay chool-say for oys-bay. At the end of GCSEs I was told I couldnt do maths at my school for A level, since I got one mark under the grade boundary for an A. By the by and I find a place at the Girls version of my fine* insitution, and start going in a taxi along with other guys for various lessons to the girls school several times a week.

I fell in with a bunch of very nice girls, with Nice being the main descriptor. Since they often didnt say a lot, I would often breeze in of a morning/lunch hour before my afternoon lesson and say "Bloody hell, you're quiet. Has someone died, or something?"

Of course, you can see where this is going.

I turn up one morning and everyone is, as usual, pretty quiet. I remark my oft-told line, only to get the response:

"Yeah, someone has, actually." Since this comes from my best friend of the group I think its just her taking the piss a little so I play along.

"Yeah? What of?"

"Leukemia."

"No shit. Popular kid?"

"Very," she says, passing me a school notice and invite to all and sundry to attend remberance service, "The funeral's tommorow."

"Ah." I say, with everyone looking at me with daggers for eyes, "FUCK."

...but thats not all. Oh no.

I come in on the lunchtime a day later, and since my afternoon lesson is cancelled due to rememberance service, the first thing out of my mouth is "Great! Whod've thought I owe a dead person a favour!"

Her best friend in the sixth form was sitting not two feet away. We havent spoken for a year and a half.

Was it something I said?

*might be a crock.
(castaboras the time at the beep will be, Thu 11 May 2006, 18:16, Reply)