‘I hate funerals. When I die, I don’t want ye carrying my body into the church so a priest can spout stupid shite like that fella just did.’
‘You won’t have a choice, and anyway it’ll be for us to decide at that stage.’
‘Well then, if ye do that …I’ll come back to haunt the lot of ye.’
‘What do you mean, how will ya haunt us?’
‘I’ll turn up at funerals and remind ye not to do it.’
An Roinn Ultra - Irish Science Fiction 