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She’d become frail. Not much to her these days. So the beautiful wicker casket looked quite small as it sat on the simple bier in the pretty church.

Five staff from the funeral directors were in attendance. I thought that funerals must be a great business. A distress-purchase, recession-proof model with no shortage of customers. So why is it that all the pall-bearers seem to be so old? Why aren’t young entrepreneurs in place?

The four old men carrying the casket wobbled wildly as they struggled to heave it onto their shoulders.

I wonder which one’s next?

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    Christopher about 1 month ago

    I hope Mrs. H and all of you are holding up well during this difficult time.

    I've already put it in writing that I don't want a funeral. It's too taxing on the people who love you. I told them to cook me as soon as possible and then take me home and have some sort of gathering there if they choose. Just don't knock the urn over and have to vacuum me up!

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    Christopher about 1 month ago

    Although I do realize that some people need a funeral for closure, I know my immediate family isn't like that. We all hate going to funerals. I'd rather remember someone for what they were.

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    Drew Martyn 18 days ago

    Isn't it weird what we think of at stressful times like that. Real and very black humour glimpsed at the end of a poignant introduction, so well done Neville.
    Yes, all best wishes to you and your family, hope the ship is steadying a bit by now.

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    Neville Hunt 18 days ago

    Thanks Drew. Full steam ahead round here now.

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    Drew Martyn 18 days ago

    Excellent news!

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