
Originally Posted by
manker
Off to a funeral today, an elderly relative of my missus - so basically I'm just going for the beer.
I have occasion to wear suits more regularly than your average scouser but a funeral suit is different somehow. The monochromatic sharpness mixed with the intoxicating heightened sense of being alive gives rise to a certain playfulness, which is obviously important to downplay. At least initially. At the wake in the pub later, this mood permeates though everyone and a bad time is rarely had by anyone.
Each time I catch sight of my reflection I re-enact some scene involving Mr. Blonde - but only in my head. I'm sure everyone feels this way and I don't want to be the first to start humming 'Little Green Bag'.
It just isn't the done thing.
I think I prefer funerals to weddings by approximately a brazillion percent.
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