Ok, I have stated many times I’m not having a funeral, and wouldn’t want to put people through it. The ex wife can slaughter a baby and drink it’s blood to celebrate on her own if she wants, or whatever evil witches do these days .
Anyway it’s my aunt’s funeral tomorrow. Married to my mother’s brother, she was 80 so it’s not a tragedy or anything, especially as she was quite ill recently, with little quality of life. One issue is her warring family of course, my cousins, not my lot we’re fabulous company, and of course I simply detest funerals. They are nearly always religious to some extent, which never fails to boil my piss, though I have to admit that when they get too emotional I usually focus on the religious content for a little internal comic relief.
I also hate wearing a suit, and especially a collar and tie. At least I can have a drink, if my cousins families manage not to kick off. Well even if they do.
Come on, they’re an utter relentless excruciating expensive waste of time.
Funerals I mean, not my cousins, though some of them are as well of course. Ah well, I’m having a large glass of port, no reason I just like the stuff, l’chaim.