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  I know exactly what you mean Bern (my Mum's side of the family are Irish.) I always bless myself and bow my head when I see a hearse with a coffin pass by. Many was the time in Ireland we simply joined on the end of a funeral procession that was passing my Aunt's door without knowing who it really was until we got to the church. That reminds me of a funny story, When I lived in London I passed an interesting looking church. I went inside and discovered a funeral was taking place. Having always been told you never walk out of a church during mass or funeral once you were inside, I found a seat at the back and when the service finished I made my way to the door. One of the deceased's friends or relatives asked me how I knew the dead guy and I admitted I didn't, and hastily added I didn't want to just walk out during the service. I was more concerned that in my usual black attire hiding at the back someone may have thought I was a secret mistress - lol! Another person thinking I was family informed me the buffet and drinks would be at the pub across the road - no I didn't go!

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