Not funny, sorry.
Mrs ScousersPet's mum had cancer. It was about the third or fourth time it had reared it's ugly head and she wasn't going to come through this bout.

She was living her final days in a hospice and we were taking it in turns to sit with her as she slipped away. My brother in law and father in law would stay with her for a while, then head home to get some sleep while the missus and I sat with her.

Because we were all sleeping weird hours, the phone in the missus' dad's house had had the ringer switched off so we wouldn't be disturbed all the time. This was in the days before mobile phones.

So one Saturday morning, the wife and I were woken by a hammering on the front door. The missus was the most alert first thing, so ran down to answer it. I wasn't far behind.

She opened the door and my mum was stood there, who said, very angrilly: "Why the hell don't you answer the phone? Your mother is dead!"

Well done, mum.
(ScousersPet, Mon 7 Nov 2011, 11:52, Reply)