Fanny of the eponymous Fanny's Farm, the late lamented farm shop and cafe beloved of North Surrey cyclists, went up in a rocket over the Farm.
Funerals... and the scrapping of.
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Fanny of the eponymous Fanny's Farm, the late lamented farm shop and cafe beloved of North Surrey cyclists, went up in a rocket over the Farm.
slowmotion
Quite dreadful
- Location
- lost somewhere
I sincerely hope you specified thunderous explosions and giant blue starbursts.
Smokin Joe
Squire
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- Bare headed cyclist, Smoker
I've got a funeral to go to next Friday, my former manager died Wednesday night.
I'm with you on the above, I've told Mrs SJ I'd be happy to be taken from the site of my demise in a body bag and cremated with no one present and no ceremony. In fact that is what I would prefer, the thought of everyone gathering round for a service and a wake in my memory gives me the creeps. I just want to slide out barely noticed and without any fuss.
The departed are soon forgotten by most of the mourners anyway, it has always struck me how soon they are airbrushed out of everyone's thoughts, apart from those people immediately close to them.
As a lad I was Alter boy at dozens of funerals at our Catholic Church. My abiding memory of most is of a small group of folk huddled around the coffin at the front of quite a large church. The mourners rattling in the echoing empty space.
My dad was the local cobbler for many years. A very quite, shy and humble man. Generations of kids bringing the famly shoes into his crappy little workshop for mending. His last few years before retiring he was a labourer at Leyland Motors. In 1979, I was 24, he died very suddenly of a ruptured aortic aneurysm.
A week later, we entererd the church behind the coffin. It was full. Standing room only. The whole community catholic and non-catholic alike had come to pay respect.
"...and he thought he was a non entity..." said my mum at the family wake later in the day.
I have respected and valued the funeral process ever since.
My dad was the local cobbler for many years. A very quite, shy and humble man. Generations of kids bringing the famly shoes into his crappy little workshop for mending. His last few years before retiring he was a labourer at Leyland Motors. In 1979, I was 24, he died very suddenly of a ruptured aortic aneurysm.
A week later, we entererd the church behind the coffin. It was full. Standing room only. The whole community catholic and non-catholic alike had come to pay respect.
"...and he thought he was a non entity..." said my mum at the family wake later in the day.
I have respected and valued the funeral process ever since.
mustang1
Legendary Member
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- London, UK
Download the uber app.
Smokin Joe
Squire
- Location
- Bare headed cyclist, Smoker
vernon
Harder than Ronnie Pickering
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- Meanwood, Leeds
The most unusual ceremony that I attended was the scattering of the ashes of two aeromodellers. Some of their ashes were load into a hopper of a large freeflight model which was duly launched and a timer opened the hopper to discharge the ashes over RAF Barkstone Heath. The remainder were scattered along the main runway.
claudbutler
Senior Member
All this talk of getting old Is getting me down my love
Pro Tour Punditry
Guru
TBH you are fast approaching the stage that we'd all like to see the back of you
Stephenite
Membå
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- OslO
A man i worked with for a few years died. A very lovely man. A very strong and compassionate man. We worked building auditoriums mainly. He taught me about joinery and welding. And when we weren't working we were talking. He had been a sailor and engineer, and traveled the world in a time when the world was big. Lots of stories to tell and lots of knowledge to share. I would tell people on the building sites (or anyone that would listen) if there were ten of these men on the job it/everything would be finished tomorrow. It would of been too.
Anyway, not being the sort to complain, he died quietly. He phoned me, but being daft as i am i didn't understand the gravity of the conversation. Funeral just for the family. I'd like to have gone. To share with others just what a fantastic, good, and giving man he was.
Anyway, not being the sort to complain, he died quietly. He phoned me, but being daft as i am i didn't understand the gravity of the conversation. Funeral just for the family. I'd like to have gone. To share with others just what a fantastic, good, and giving man he was.
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slowmotion
Quite dreadful
- Location
- lost somewhere
Screwfix do a good line in stout rubble sacks. Buy a few and graft them together with some gaffer tape. When you are ready, seal the top with a large cable tie. Get someone to stick you on the pavement on bin night.
All-up cost? About a tenner tops, less if they have a Stanley knife. You do however run the risk of the local council charging your pals with an "Eco-Crime Scene"
vernon
Harder than Ronnie Pickering
- Location
- Meanwood, Leeds
TBH you are fast approaching the stage that we'd all like to see the back of you
I'll see you out.
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MontyVeda
a short-tempered ill-controlled small-minded troll
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- Lancaster... the little city.
Think you just imagined that one Slowmo.
I'm thinking of a more dignified incineration immediately after my body had been raided for donor parts... with no fecking rubber necking spectators.
- Location
- Somewhere wet & hilly in NW England.
My Mum died in '92.
She was adamant that there was to be no formal funeral. In her words she wanted to 'be taken away with no one following, cremated and then scattered'.
She just asked my brother and I to go somewhere 'pretty' (for her that involved flowers) and think of her whilst she was being cremated.
Which is what happened. I scattered her ashes on her parents grave as she hadn't specified where, and was entirely non-plussed about it too. Seemed appropriate to me.
Each to their own and tbh I am doing the same. My wife agrees, the kids are horrified but it's my last wish and that's the end of it.
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MontyVeda
a short-tempered ill-controlled small-minded troll
- Location
- Lancaster... the little city.
Spokey... that is beautiful, dignified and respectful.My Mum died in '92.
She was adamant that there was to be no formal funeral. In her words she wanted to 'be taken away with no one following, cremated and then scattered'.
She just asked my brother and I to go somewhere 'pretty' (for her that involved flowers) and think of her whilst she was being cremated.
Which is what happened. I scattered her ashes on her parents grave as she hadn't specified where, and was entirely non-plussed about it too. Seemed appropriate to me.
Each to their own and tbh I am doing the same. My wife agrees, the kids are horrified but it's my last wish and that's the end of it.
