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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Dad’s Funeral</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day was the day of my dad’s funeral <br>and we began early by drowning our tears. <br>At 11: 30 the hearse arrived with dad, <br>so we hurriedly finished our beers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Funeral Procession took to the ring road <br>the slowest and longest way to the Crem’. <br>Nearly everyone’s bladder was bursting, <br>even the women’s and youngest children. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we reached Markeaton Crematorium <br>everyone dashed from their cars to the loo. <br>There were so many people waiting to go <br>they had formed an unprecedented queue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eventually the Funeral Service got going <br>and everyone was relieved, and glad. <br>Tears fell as the vicar was speaking, <br>which made us all feel terribly sad. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hymn singing lacked life and feeling, <br>as did my dear departed dad. <br>After twenty minutes the service was over <br>and all in all, it didn’t go so bad. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We walked around The Garden of Remembrance, <br>looking at the wreaths and bouquets. <br>In turn we read out the words of sympathy cards, <br>and left the Crem’ with little to say. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The return trip home took us along the ring-road, <br>but the traffic was slower than before. <br>Consequently the beverage we had consumed earlier <br>required our bladders to be emptied once more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most of us by now were positively bursting, <br>our journey was short, but so far. <br>The cars then had to stop at some road works <br>and brother Ted leapt from the car. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He leaped over a wooden fence into a field <br>where he disappeared into the long grass. <br>My family were in hysterics laughing <br>as the road works let our car pass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The excitement left everyone holding their stomachs, <br>as tears of laughter fell from our eyes. <br>We agreed that our dad would’ve been laughing too, <br>after we eventually reduced our bladders in size.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q>
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and we began early by drowning our tears. 
At 11: 30 the hearse arrived with dad, 
so we hurriedly finished our beers. 

The Funeral Procession took to the ring road 
the slowest and longest way to the Cr..."></div>
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