Hello Possums, I am home at last.
I need to have a bit of a kip first.
I took a pic for each one of you.
This is the Nativity seen inside the Cathedral Jem. X
Thank you Sweetie, you are very thoughtful. Welcome back.
That’s a lovely crib, (we call the nativity scene the ‘Crib’) we always have a small crib placed in the front window every Christmas.
The big crib usually hangs out in the kitchen, she’s alway baking something this time of year.
We have one at home also.
It was a lovely Cathedral I have to say.
I always loved Canterbury Cathedral.
I thought of you when I saw the Cathedral. X
I’m tired still so later.
I have something for Young Robert when he appears. X
Lovely corpse
Lovely turnout
Lovely wake
He’d/she’d be proud of you.
Them’s the standard lines of consolation to the principally bereaved when leaving a wake. This was a real old fashioned wake and it went down very well., wakes are dying out now (no pun intended) .
As I’ve often said I enjoy a good wake better than a wedding, especially if the deceased had a good innings, this old lad was 92. Weddings are all so false and I feel like a plastic prop at a wedding, but that’s just me, each to their own, the older you get the more funerals you go to, so you may as well get used to it and do the best you can.
We stayed overnight and you’ll be pleased to know I’m suffering for it today, however I’ll offer up me suffering for the holy souls in purgatory, just like the nuns in school used to tell us to do, with all the hangovers I’ve had I must have sent thousands of the poor souls on to the pearly gates, I hope that’ll be a feather in me cap when It’s my turn to be judged.
A little word of advice, if ever you attend an Irish wake never pass a bad remark on how he/she looks in the coffin, no matter what they look like always say something nice like “Doesn’t he look so peaceful” or “He looks twenty years younger”
Fairly recently one of my brothers in law (married to one of the wife’s many sisters) was laid out in the funeral parlour and one of Phylis’s sisters passed a remark on how strained his face looked in the coffin (he was a huge man and he did look like he was squashed into the box to be honest), later that night a verbal row broke out between the widow and her sister, they haven’t spoken since, that was almost two years ago. I have twice tried to reconcile the pair of them at the wifes request but no deal, so I gave up on it.
Never seen the point of gazing at a deceased, one would wonder if they are still Corpus Mentis.
Mmm it is difficult.
I did take some pics for you also Spitty.
I will post them tomorrow, I am tired tonight. X
That’s Ok provided you are tired and tested.
Welcome back to blighty BTW.
Thanks Spitty.
I’m glad to be home.
Too much walking in NYC.
Did you walk in Memphis?
That was last year Spitty.
I walked down 5th Avenue if that counts?
Corpus Mentis??? You’ve been gazing at too many JAW DROPPERS on your ‘NOW’ TV stick Spitty, 
This chap was very still. He used to be a professional ventriloquist in his younger days, however he did emit two noisy farts while I was there, but I swear to God that his lips never moved, a true showman right up to the end and after.
Oh my where is everyone?
Pugs packed his bag. 
Jem I did post a bit about me mate talking to his brother on the other side - you’ll have to go back a page or two??
Quote Gumbud.
“Well this is how he told it to me – a lot of people say it is either impossible or very difficult to talk to people who have crossed over – right?
There are three essential reasons that the communication is limited ; severely limited
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The daddy syndrome – “but why dad” – if communication channels were opened to all and sundry the airways would be clogged – because your little minds cannot yet grasp the vastness and magnificence of the universe – so it would be constantly “ but why” can you imagine 8 billion [approx] “but why” sessions going on for 24 hrs none stop – think about it ; think about it?
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The suicide phenomena – knowing how good it is over there and talking to family regularly will lead to the suicide choice – a quick way to join them and have fun – yes it would control the world population explosion but would leave a lot of grieving people behind – think about it ; think about it!
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Someone once said “ our function on this planet is to work out our own shit our own way” just do it and stop asking for advice and questions all the time. Once you have got to three score years and ten and maybe a few more – you will have worked most of it out and will then be ready to cross over – think about it ; think about it
What about séances – oh not séances – we get so bored over here with them – we are allocated séance sessions on a never ending universal calendar – and wo and be tide you if you don’t do your stint – the arch angels wrath. So we do make a token offer of “ speed chatting “ across the airways – little messages that keep some happy but it’s only like takin a cough drop to clear ya head!
I guess that just about sums it up - patter cake ; patter cake ; make me a man!”
Well blow me down!, that’s how I look at the whole thing too, how strange is that, only yesterday I used the same words to the wife “Three score and ten”, I says to her when we were talking about her mother’s anniversary (the 28th Nov.) she was only 61 when she died and I said it was a pity that her mother and father never reached the magical three score and ten.
The idea of perfect peace with no worries, no pain, no needs, etc, is heaven itself and we’d be lining up like lemmings to go if it were not for the built in barrier of fear of the unknown.
I’m not being macho when I say I have lost the fear of passing on and it’s a great comfort to me, helps one to enjoy what you have left.
Ooh err what happy posts!
Gummy Bear get posting.
Here’s a happy post for you Sweetie.
THE THREE AMIGOS
Spitty Pug and Gummy, enjoying themselves in the Sun.
Nice one!