My father died in France, and my sisters and I went over with my mum to bring back his body. I remember going to the funeral parlour in France and being given a laminated menu of coffins, and thinking, surely there is an ice cream at the back of here!
If you see the Sopranos, you're not going to be speaking in the Shakespearean English.
They say Elvis is dead. I say, no, you're looking at him. Elvis isn't dead; he just changed color.
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