Funny story, one afternoon a year or so ago when my sister's kids where spending an afternoon with us, I gave her a call to check it was OK that I buy them a fish each (I wasn't going to be the one explaining the great hereafter when they died so I though permission should be sought). With bad phone reception and static on the line, it turns out what she thought she was saying yes to was me getting them fish & chips for lunch. Not so, and into the family came Bibble and Thomas. Quite frankly, I had expected this day a lot sooner than it eventuated but a few mornings ago poor old Thomas didn't wake up :( Once the tears and upset had subsided the kids got to work on the very important task of a proper burial and I had to share their most glorious marking of the occasion with not one, but five gravestones :)
I just love the epitaph.
No point mincing words :)