Wandering off topic a bit, but it's almost relevant.
One of only three funerals I have ever been too was my then girlfriend (now wife)'s Dad funeral.

The funeral wasn't remarkable, but the lead up to it caused some amusement.

He died of a mixture of Alzheimers, and cancer. Communication was, er, tricky.

I knew him for two years, during which time he only ever said three things to me.

- "Thanks for coming". Unexpected, I was a regular visitor to their house, and up till then he had always ignored me.

- "where's my gun?" on being informed I was his daughters boyfriend, and was taking her to the cinema (more than a year after I first met him)

- third thing . . . the GF was traveling on business, and he became ill during the night. I was phoned and asked to pick him up (with his wife and other daughter) and take them all to the hospital. Lack of ambulance part of a long story, anyway, this involved manhandling him into my car, and out the other end. A painful experience, unfortunately.

Having parked my car, I went back to the room he was in. He looked at me, the source of all his recent discomfort, and uttered his last words to me.

"Get out of here you cunt".
(username failed moderation, Thu 11 Apr 2013, 16:15, 3 replies)

Hahahahahahahahahaha!
That really did make me laugh!

I used to work with dementia patients and they don't, er, wrap it up! You get both barrels.
As you nearly did.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 11 Apr 2013, 16:20, closed)

And *click*
(Phudbree oh man, the Doric Yorick, Thu 11 Apr 2013, 18:28, closed)

Ha ha

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Thu 11 Apr 2013, 20:59, closed)