At my uncles funeral
well, not my real Uncle, my parents mate who they had known forever, that sort of Uncle.
He and his lovely wife, who had died before him, were active members of the church and knew the local priest well.
The priest delivered a moving tribute including heaping praise on him for the love he had lavished on his 2 children who they had so kindly adopted and cared for as their own. I looked at my brother and had to do everything to stifle my entirely inappropriate laughter, and ended up having to slide down the pew to get away from the look of horror on his face.
It was a bit of a shock to everyone present really as he definitely had 3 kids, who were all there, and most of the congregation had witnessed both the baby bumps and subsequent little ones just after they had been born. To both parents.
The crematorium didn't help either as he was being rolled away behind the curtain my brother looked at me with a face of utter confusion and mouthed 'Why the hell are they playing the theme tune from Z-Cars?'
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Thu 11 Apr 2013, 21:13, Reply)