Cruising along on the N2 last night, heading home after an overly-decadent dinner with Nick’s fam in Somerset West, we were passed at high speed by a small white van. I thought nothing of it until I saw the lettering on the back:
Excuse me? I didn’t know there was such a thing as a mortuary emergency. I pretty much figured that once you were dead there stopped being emergencies. Ok, maybe being late to your own funeral could constitute a minor crisis…but how often does that really happen? So often that it requires an entire ambulance service? Maybe something I have to add onto my list of ‘things to worry about’.