I went to a good old friend’s funeral last year..
After a rather touching eulogy about a complete stranger that was given by the minister during the service, a rather more fitting eulogy was conducted outside in the car park by one of the more outspoken guests..
(although the bit about him sleeping with a lump hammer as a toddler and sharing an affinity with the Bulgarian Gypsy community was true..)
without a shadow of a doubt, the funniest part of the day, bar all the fighting at the wake..
‘he wasn’t a good friend to everyone present… he’s headbutted everyone present’
and..
‘he wasn’t kind to strangers.. not ever.. only last week we were drinking in the pub, and within half an hour of meeting a fella that was down on holiday, he’d thrown his false teeth onto the roof and nicked ten quid off him..!!’
😆