Grandad's Herbie Funeral Adventure
Me grandad, when he was in the land of the living, was a firm believer of drink-driving. A nasty drunk at the best of times, he regularly drove about 100 yards up the road in his white Voltswagon Beetle and drank in the local, before driving home.

One particular afternoon however, me aged 6 and me parents were visiting gran while he was "pre-disposed" in the pub, and he surpased almost everything he did (except for the one time when he met someone from Corrie Street and asked him if he knew Dai from the Ashkarts, as the actor's character was a dustbin man at the time).

He was driving back to the house, and drunkedly reversed into the wrong parking space in someone else's garden. After hitting something, he realised his mistake and drove back onto the road and down outside his house, where he got out of the car to open the gates to his driveway. We walk outside to greet him, where we are not only greeted back by grandad and Herbie, but a hurse which had coupled itself onto Herbie's back bumper complete with coffin in the back, and loads of people in funeral suits running like fuck down the road towards us. My parents offered help immediately in the form of collapsing on the floor laughing like fuck, while I looked on smiling at one of the wierdest sights of my entire life.

Me grandad in many ways was a fucking legend, mainly by accidental drunken technique over deliberation however.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Fri 12 May 2006, 17:28, Reply)