Daed Cunts

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Had to nip over to Sheffield today for some supplies. I say nip, I mean crawl over because I was unlucky enough to get behind some dead bastards funeral procession. Funeral directors will tell you that they drive slow as a mark of respect. A mark of respect to who? the dead bastard? what's he fucking care, the cunts dead. Meanwhile while he's busy being dead and oblivious to the mayhem his carcass is causing, me and half of south Yorkshire are all proceeding up Herringthorpe valley road at 15MPH. What if some poor cunt is on their way to a life changing job interview and don't get it because some silly cunts had a life ending experience. It makes you fucking suicidal thinking about it. So... would my opinion differ if it was my own funeral? NO........I'd be fucking dead and supremely indifferent to whether I was driven slowly or fired out of a fucking cannon into the North sea. This bollocks tradition needs to be changed to one where the earthly remains are simply put out onto the pavement in an appropriately coloured wheelie bin and collected with the rest of the shite.