Do it! Life goes on. My friend is an undertaker, he’s told me off on a few occasions for overtaking him.
He said I should waste my life crawling along behind the cortege at half the speed limit as a mark of respect!
How the hell can I respect someone who, a) I don’t know, and b) is holding me up while I’m trying to go about my daily work!
It’s in my will that I’m taken to my final resting place as fast as traffic conditions and the rules of the Queen’s highway will allow.
Honestly, pet hate of mine… Up there with cats and floral tributes.