My peaches,
let me tell you a very funny story that happened to me and my mother just this week.
So our neighbour passed away not too long ago, mid feb and his funeral was on monday. My mum and I get ready Monday morning to go to the funeral all dressed in black.
We get to the place and most people have arrived. Not so long after the body comes in the coffin and the men handle it carry it to the chapel (crematorium) and asks all guest to have sit for the funeral to begin.
My mother and I sit down, crying our eye balls out because our dear neighbour is gone and we will never see him again. The priest starts talking but I hardly register what he is saying until he comes to the part where he tells us about his childhood. He gives us a little anecdote about our neighbour .... And then all of a sudden, he begins to say
'As we have gathered here to say our goodbyes to Andy ...'
My mother and I look at each other both thinking 'WHAT THE FUCK!'
My neighbours name is not Andy and finally I look up to see the picture and it's of another man.
Classic!
