N2 Chronicles III

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:

Mortuary Ambulance

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’.

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