Just a thread for fun. I have been reading the funeral ones in classics and it reminded me of my late mother. We bought a beautiful cottage in a posh village and I returned home from a holiday to find gnomes in my flower beds.
I got my own back by burying her in a sparkly Bet Lynch top (I had asked her what she wanted to wear at her demise she said 'suprise me, but I'll be dead'.My mother enjoyed black humour as her best friend was a Vicar and she had been a police officer. I still hate gnomes and spotted them in our new village this week. AIBU?