just an interim post. Don’t laugh at the poetic justice.
As the coffin was being lowered into the ground at a Traffic Wardens funeral, a voice from inside screams "I'm not dead, I'm not dead. Let me out!"
The Vicar smiles, leans forward sucking air through his teeth and mutters.....
"Too fucking late pal, the paperwork's already done"
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