Making a Will

[tel]

I am sure Mr Wench is already planning it!

He can't! I have!

I refuse to sprinkle at Ninian Park!

 

[Nick]

I too thought that but left someone else to remark on it. SHe has taken leave of her wits

[tel]

ah, wits you say. Misread that at first.

[Darwins Selection]

She has taken leave of her wits

There is a flaw in that idea.

[Nick]

Like assuming she had them in the first place!

[Darwins Selection]

Like assuming she had them in the first place!

[Nick]

We agree then.

OK?

[tel]

I want to be cremated and have one last thrill ride up a Dyson…

But if I peg it here I will be buried the next day in the new village cemetery…

Or something like that…

And then be dug up?

[Nick]

By whom?

LL has some sort of blowing machine I hear

[tel]

It's what they do - recycle the coffin.

[Barman]

It's what they do - recycle the coffin.

We’ve been to one funeral here – it was all pretty ghastly…

They took the lid off the coffin for the burial and then hoiked the earth in on top of the body – I’m not aware that they are in to recycling.

The thing I do like here is that it’s a next-day job (not Nexday the courier, you’d never get buried). I don’t know why it takes weeks to find a ‘slot’ in the UK.

[Sour Puss]

My mother's will specified she wanted her ashes scattered. Trouble is, she didn't say where

MIL was very specific, dead center of the English Chanel between UK and France. We crept to the stern of the ferry, took off the lid and started to sprinkle the ashes. There was a gust of wind...   I don't need to finish this story... do I.