You are going to have to forgive the title in this one but it just jumped out and bit me; and on a Sunday night with nothing but the L Word on the TV I just couldn’t resist.
I have a slightly warped sense of humour anyway….most of the time I get to keep it in check, letting out what, on second thought is deemed to be acceptable. The majority of unacceptable thought just fly round me head bringing a wry smile to my inside face.
Let’s face it. We are all going to die. For most of us we just don’t know…and don’t want to know….when. Not even my wife….she who loves her jewellery would consider crematorium jewellery as a topic for discussion. As for Urns…. crematorium urns etc…well the only urn I care to think about reminds me of my childhood and had two fat hairy legs. Metal Urns therefore conjour thoughts  of Metal  Erics and retrieving Grapefruits from the fridge to the sound of stripper music whilst wearing one’s dressing gown.
Surreal you may think….has he completely lost it. Well  maybe a little. For those of you that recognise the inference to Morecambe & Wise, the funniest duo in British Comedy history Hoorah…For the rest of you that are too young…..your never too young to look them up on You Tube we will leave the passing surrealism where it is and hope that we all wake up in the morning.
Until then….Bring me sunshine…