The funeral drinks at McCarthy’s bar was splendid, and towards the end we got invited to another one.
I was sitting at the bar with a bowl of soup and a plate of neatly cut cheesy sandwiches, while the builder boyfriend drank a pint of Murphy’s, when the bar owner leaned over and told us that the next one was at a different bar, so when we had all drunk up and the sandwiches were eaten everyone was going to be heading off down the road, if we would like to join them.
I’ve never known so many people say it’s just a coincidence that so many people are dying
In truth, I would have liked to go, for I had so enjoyed this wake I would have followed them to the second of the day.
The rate of funerals is at such an alarming level, with so little explanation, that I’ve moved on from worrying about the excess death rate to worrying about the excess coincidence rate.
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