A couple of days after my dad died I went and returned a sack load of tablets to his chemist. The lady in the shop went all over the top, Les Dawson boob pushing and mournful...
"Oh love, I am sorry, oh love..."
"Yes, that's ok, thanks"
"Oh, but love, you poor love, the poor man"
"Erm, well,yes. It was a blessing really"
"Oooh, love, the poor man, you poor love...he was no age"
"He was 80. Look, it's fine, he was very ill. No more suffering..."
Then I got the stone faced look.....it said 'you heartless bastard'
I should have just sold them to Ellesmere Ports finest!