Dreams Can Come True

The dear, departed Ern always wanted to make his own coffin. In his plans it would have had a plaque on the end that read:

COFFIN BY BLOODY ERN.

INQUIRE WITHIN.

That Ern!

Anyway, he didn't get to do that but the other thing he wanted he did get: and that was to ride to the cemetery in the back of his beloved Land Cruiser. When we got to Karrakatta, the sides of the canopy, which hid his coffin from easily offended drivers on the freeway, were rolled up and he trundled off to the crematorium in all his glory.

Afterwards, the funeral director was dithering about trying to re-tie the canopy to the frame. Fortunately The Burp and The Rooster had come along to show their support. The Rooster has a nose for a crisis and he was straight over there to play the role of Real Man, and to tie knots in a fashion that would have no doubt passed muster with Ern.

Maybe it was just the tears in my eyes but I'm sure the funeral director man simpered with gratitude.