AntarcticPilot
Well-Known Member
My wife was terminally ill when my mother died and I arranged her funeral. I did ask the funeral director whether they did a buy one, get one free deal. Graveyard humour was about all that was saving my sanity at that time.There is some humour in the macabre job of funerals.
First Mate and my mother's both died within a few weeks of each other.
On the occasion of the second funeral the cortege arrived outside. The Director came to our front door, whipped off his topper when First Mate opened it and gravely said "Good Morning Mrs Rotrax. We shall have to stop meeting like this!"