
I once attended a wedding where at the start of the ceremony the brides brother stood up rather embarrassedly and thanked us all for coming - and then told us that here wouldn't actually be a wedding because the couple had gotten wed in secret some months before, but we were welcome to still have a party which we did!
I acted as pall bearer at the same chap's father's funeral, during the heat of the summer and in the days before good refrigeration in morgues (I guess). Suffice to say that from the front pew in the church it was unpleasant and embarrassing to see the nasty little swarm of flies that were circling above the thankfully closed coffin, and probably has much to do with the aversion I have to both funerals and flies to this day!
