My father was of the “Just put me in a binbag” conversation re his funeral. At the undertaker, however, when I reminded my brother and suggested we must at least have only the cheapest coffin he baulked – couldn’t face using “cheap kitchen laminate”. I gave in and we agreed to go with the cheapest he could tolerate. The weather on the funeral day was dreadful. Later, on the way to the funeral in the family car there was an enormous clap of thunder. “Oh dear” said my brother “Dad’s just heard how much the coffin cost!” We all laughed so much as this was Dad’s sense of humour that when we got out of the car we had to pretend to the “mourners” that these were tears of sadness not joy.