Our economy does not exist anymore. It fully depends on blood infusions from the countries who are not interested in submitting to barbarians.

It’s not Russia.
It has never been, but at least now we don’t have to explain the difference to everybody.

USA as the good guys.

Another family of the deceased. My grandmother's service was going normally, hearing about her life and so on, and to end it the celebrant said she was going to read a poem she thought my grandmother would have liked. Awesome, everyone's interested.

She begins, in a very dramatic voice with intense emotion and plenty of pauses to let it really sink in:

*From the day we arrive... on this planet.*

*And blinking... step into... the sun*

At this point I realised what was happening. So did my brother, on one side of me, and my partner, on the other side. My partner squeezes my hand. My brother makes a kind of choking noise. The rest of the family are oblivious. The celebrant continues:

*There's more to see... than can ever... be seen.*

*More to do than can ever..... be done*

My brother's foot starts twitching violently, my partner's kind of frozen, I'm staring at my lap and desperately trying to stay composed because this woman is doing *a dramatic reading of a song from The Lion King at my grandmother's funeral*.

She read through the whole song. Including the chorus. Including, at the very end:

*It's the circle.... the circle........OF LIFE.*

The rest of the family are either silent or quietly sobbing, touched by the emotional "poem". My partner is staring into space, presumably trying to dissociate. My brother's foot is tapping so fast he might be having a seizure. I'm holding my breath so I don't start howling with laughter.

We made it into the car on the way to bury her before my partner and I absolutely lost it.

After the burial was done we got in the car to go home, and by then I was pretty sad again. My partner turned to me and very grandly began: "Under... the sea. Under...... the SEA. Darling, it's better... down where it's wetter....... take it..... from me."

I knew she was a keeper before then but my god, no one could have said anything better at that moment. We spent the entire car ride home dramatically declaiming Disney songs.

My grandmother would have loved it. She would have been laughing until she cried. It was so terrible that it became wonderful. Thanks for the last amazing memory, Nana.