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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Heartless, hilarious and worryingly true
Not a funeral, but still death related humour.
When away from the drunken student lifestyle of Leicester I live in a small village in Hampshire inhabited by a large percentage of old people.
One such codger lived next door to the village hall and regularly phoned the police to complain about the volume of events taking place leading to many birthday parties and general gatherings being ruined. So much as a game of chinese whispers would lead to a visit from the local copper.
He died about two years ago and was cremated, the evening of the wake when his ashes would be spread in his garden clashed with the village rugby club holding a disco fronted by the village's cowboy DJ who is practically Ray-Von's stunt double complete with rewired traffic lights, some orange beacons nicked from the side of a skip and a smoke machine that smells suspiciously of an actual fire.
At one point in the evening with the speakers up nice and loud the DJ declares "This next one goes out to the party next door, Rest in Peace Geoffrey..."
The song? Burn Baby Burn. Disco Inferno.
( , Sat 13 May 2006, 5:11, Reply)
Not a funeral, but still death related humour.
When away from the drunken student lifestyle of Leicester I live in a small village in Hampshire inhabited by a large percentage of old people.
One such codger lived next door to the village hall and regularly phoned the police to complain about the volume of events taking place leading to many birthday parties and general gatherings being ruined. So much as a game of chinese whispers would lead to a visit from the local copper.
He died about two years ago and was cremated, the evening of the wake when his ashes would be spread in his garden clashed with the village rugby club holding a disco fronted by the village's cowboy DJ who is practically Ray-Von's stunt double complete with rewired traffic lights, some orange beacons nicked from the side of a skip and a smoke machine that smells suspiciously of an actual fire.
At one point in the evening with the speakers up nice and loud the DJ declares "This next one goes out to the party next door, Rest in Peace Geoffrey..."
The song? Burn Baby Burn. Disco Inferno.
( , Sat 13 May 2006, 5:11, Reply)
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