So the wife and I went to a funeral yesterday, catholic church affair, I would have probably just gone to the crematorium had I realised, as I wasn't that close to the deceased.
Anyway the service was nice, I was respectful as always at these events even though most of the stuff the priest was spouting didn't really make much sense. Then about halfway through, the local primary school choir came to the front to sing a hymn. "Lay your hands on me" I quietly pointed out to the wife that they didn't want to be singing that in front of the priest... it was at that point that I realised how pointy my wifes elbows were.
