As the coffin was being lowered into the ground at a Traffic Warden’s 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 f****g late pal, I’ve
already done the paperwork”
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