Funerals IIIt's been 7 years since we last asked for your funeral stories and what with Lady Voldemort's coming up, we thought we'd ask again.
The deeply upsetting, the sad and the ones that make you want to hug the world all have a place here on b3ta, tell us about them.
Thanks to Pig Bodine for the suggestion
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chthonic, Thu 11 Apr 2013, 14:20)
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When my grandad bought the farm I was living in London at the time, so on the day of the funeral I had to drive up to the Midlands, pick up the rest of the family and continue up the M1 to Barnsley where the service was being held. It was a lovely sunny day and (as this was before I'd had my eyes lasered) I'd driven up there wearing my prescription sunglasses.
So anyway, we made it to the crematorium with only a minute or so to spare before the service started and as I got out of the car I couldn't find my real glasses anywhere, which left me with two options - go through the service as blind as a bat, or wear my prescription sunglasses throughout, which would undoubtedly mark me out as a bit of a twat. I chose the latter, but I probably shouldn't have worried as the very fact that I had worn a suit meant that I stood out from almost all of the rest of the mourners, who had apparently just turned up in whatever they happened to be wearing at the time.
On the way back we stopped into a pub to relax a bit and raise a glass to my grandad. When my sister ordered a glass of red wine the landlady's eyes registered a flash of panic but in the end she found that she had a tiny little one-glass bottle at the back of the bar that had about an inch of dust on it.
It is indeed grim up north.
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Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 18 Apr 2013, 15:33,
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