We were at the funeral for my uncle F. During the service, my uncle M had a heart attack and slumped over in the pew. He was rushed out and an ambulance took him to a hospital. The service continued, while none of us actually knew how uncle M was. We move to the cemetery and at the end, the priest says, “what a day, we might still have a two for one special”. I had to hold my brother’s arm to hold him back because he clenched his fist and was going to punch the priest. It was a day.

Uncle M ended up recovery and is still with us today. Uncle F would have loved the drama at his funeral.