![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Funeral rites
Feb. 2nd, 2006 05:34 pmT and I have spent the day in Yeovil, at our employee C's husband's funeral. He was 52. It was a brain tumour, but because C's husband knew he was on his way out, he had some time to plan his own funeral and he wanted...a particular song.
C said: 'Are you SURE?'
Yes, quite sure. So she braved telling her elderly in-laws, and they thought it was highly appropriate.
Thus, the service closed on the Eric Idle version of 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life' ("worse things happen at sea, you know!" just as the curtains closed on the red footprints painted onto the end of the coffin). Because it was, after all, a celebration of the life of Brian.
It's the only time I've ever cried, cracked up, and whistled in a funeral parlour. Then we went to the wake and were greeted by a barmaid sporting two very black eyes. Yeovil: what a lovely town.
Brian, mate, go well, eh?
C said: 'Are you SURE?'
Yes, quite sure. So she braved telling her elderly in-laws, and they thought it was highly appropriate.
Thus, the service closed on the Eric Idle version of 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life' ("worse things happen at sea, you know!" just as the curtains closed on the red footprints painted onto the end of the coffin). Because it was, after all, a celebration of the life of Brian.
It's the only time I've ever cried, cracked up, and whistled in a funeral parlour. Then we went to the wake and were greeted by a barmaid sporting two very black eyes. Yeovil: what a lovely town.
Brian, mate, go well, eh?
