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Grandma’s Funeral – Gargleblaster #166

Grandma’s Funeral

The vicar stopped in mid-sentence. There was a noise coming from inside Grandma’s coffin.

People shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

“Oh Shit!” I cried.

All eyes in the church turned and stared.

I’d suddenly worked out where my lost iPod was.




Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

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