Churches eh???

Hmmm... where do I start,

Err, Here.

When my Granddad died 12 years ago it was decided that the six male cousins would carry the coffin into the church on our shoulders (he was a military man so would have wanted that over the trolley on wheels).

I must note that he was a rather large chap, a good 25st if anything.

Anyway, the funeral day came and one of my cousins (Guy) was running late so couldn't be there at the very start so one of the funeral director blokes took his place for the way in, the funeral ceremony started and within two mins Guy had turned up.

At the end of the funeral it was time for the 6 of us to pick up Granddad and pop him back on our shoulders, this is probably not the best time for Guy to let out a large cry of 'FUCK ME' when hoisting him up.

The whole congregation could not believe it and within seconds were stifling sniggers under their breath as I'm sure Granddad would have been too.

So here's to Guy - putting the Fun in Funeral.


(Kip, Sat 21 Mar 2009, 9:14, Reply)