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class! regs aln

here's a true story form my youth, my mate malcolm - the guy responsible for me and the missus meeting (baasstttaard), was a grave digger by trade and worked in Plaistow Cemetary. now behave you lot and no it was not at a 'pay as you go' wake . hey but what a neat idea some film crews turned up to shoot a period funeral scene for some Tv program, so picture the scene all the actors are in place in full peiod costume, lights, camera, action and they start off all very morbid and sorrowful as required by the script. malcolm, with that strain of humour these guys always posses, and a local funeral director decide to walk through the back of the scene with an empty casket on their shoulder singing 'i aint got nobody to love baby' causing the cast to wait for it .......... corpse! it was so bad the cancelled the shoot. priceless! regs alan

no so much at the parlour, but when my dad passed, the coutage drew up all very solem and proper, the lead mourner (owners son) beckoned us to the following cars, he returned to the hurse and due to some rain slipped and promptly went flat on his face, ended up underneath it. now i was cursed with the same brand of disrespectful humour as my dad he always lightened up anything slightly sad, so i just had to honour him and shouted out 'standing room only - no more room on top' cracked everyone up including the funeral pall bearers. we arrived at the crem with everyone smiling and laughing - put the vicar way of stride and done my dad proud. he might be gone from this life but always remembered for what he was in it - trouble regs alan all you need afterwards is a 'stiff' drink to get you into the 'spirit' of things as long as the staff move quicker than the corpse's then they are perfectly safe, as advised by the funeral parlour i lived next door to for 10 years. regs alan