Reports of my death are grossly exaggerated.
Just read this and it sort of prompted me to write. Reports of our demise
My wife returned to line dancing after a break of many months, and was offered sympathy at her loss “loss what loss?” it seems that reports have emanated from the local pub that I had passed away, where these rumours came from I have no Idea. I dismissed them as mistaken identity.
Until, this week I received a letter from my Building Society addressed to The Executor of my estate. Things were now getting serious. Of course my first call was to the insurers “If I am dead, can I have my life insurance money?”
It appears I am not “that” dead. The head office had got mixed up about five years ago when my mother died, but how this tied in to local rumours I have no idea.
Two unrelated (it seems) events came together in one week in a way that scared the hell out of me, still having re-risen for easter I am now a bit of a celebrity and will be dancing the tango of the undead tonight in Shrewsbury with anyone who’s nerve will hold.
Healing sessions and worship are to be arranged soon.
BTW. I have just seen the date, this is all true, it is not an April fools joke.