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Carefully, I placed the last of my great-great-great-
grandmother's antique wine glasses into the silk-lined
casket and closed the lid, before settling into the
passenger's seat.
The driver doffed his cap and we set off at a stately pace,
passing out through the front gates of my old home,
en
route to the new.
I knew everything would get there safely, as we never
exceeded ten kilometres per hour... a long convoy of
hearses, loaded with coffins and stuffed full of my
belongings.
I hoped to use the same caring, discreet service when it
came time for me to move on, to my next life.
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Yes, but all your friends and family will be weeping, wailing, and drinking heavily every time you move... |
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Yeah but I weep, wail and drink heavy when my
family makes me help them move. (with my truck) |
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// I hoped to use the same caring, discreet service when it came
time for me to move on, to my next life // |
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As long as you're aware that the cortege will be preceeded by an
ice-cream van, full of happy, drunken halfbakers, playing "Ding,
dong, the witch is dead …" at maximum volume. |
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<Churchill to Nancy Astor>
Yes, [8th], but I'll be dead... and you'll still be British.
</C> |
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How many pall bearers were required for grandma's Steinway? |
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