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 bloody late pal, I’ve already done the paperwork”
“I’m not dead, I’m not dead. Let me out!”
The Vicar smiles, leans forward sucking air through his teeth and mutters
“Too bloody late pal, I’ve already done the paperwork”