Well it all works together you see; he picks up the body in his taxi,
conducts the service, cremates the body with bottled gas, and
flogs John Doe's goods & chattels in his bric-a-brac shop!


IT'S ALL VERY CLEAR …

And whilst on the subject of "toddling off", I mean dying, so let me call it for what it is without euphemism. I visited my late wife Janette's grave yesterday to
plant daffodils and Jonquils on her garden; a bitterly cold day. Eldorado cemetery lies 27km east of town, and before she died I bought two plots, one for myself also.
I have never feared dying as such, if not the sometimes ghastly means that may precede it. Generally speaking it's a natural event like birth which is cause for celebration
although not always without trauma. Anyway, before this turns into a sermon and on a lighter note, I thought I would share with you this fisheye with both feet in my own grave!

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