not funny at all
last year my cousin died and so, as you would expect, arrangements were made for his funeral. On the day we all turned out, cars were at the church, flowers were there and everything. Only detail that hadn't been considered was 'who is going to carry the coffin into the church?'. Nobody had been organised, so six of us had to step in, at literaly the last second. I've never carried a coffin before, and let me tell you, I never want to again. Not only was I lugging my dead cousin around, at the last minute, but there was a fault in the coffin and liquid started to seep out. Turned out to be a mixture of embalming fluid and liquifying, decaying, human tissue. Needless to say, it stank. My suit trousers were getting soaked, my hands were covered and I damn near dropped the coffin to throw up.

To this day I can remember that smell. I think I'm going to be sick now....
(downhill without brakes . It was the worst day of my life, Thu 11 May 2006, 10:59, Reply)