John Arthur
I went to the funeral of the one the local lads from the village today, he died on Monday aged 54 from that crap called cancer. I was not sure weather to go as I had not seen him for a few years really. Anyway I went, it was being held at the top of the street here just a few doors away, as i walked up the street at 10 this morning, I was gobsmacked by the number of peopl who were there there must have been over a 1000, probably the biggest number I have ever or will ever see at a funeral here in the village. The people were in the middle of the road and the traffic could not pass. I was wondering why the police had not stopped the traffic, maybe they were not expecting so many people.
The coffin was carried to the graveyard on the back of one of the family lorries. After the service in the cemetry a lot of the crowd, went to the Pengwern for drink and something to see, I was a bit apprehensive whether the place could cope so I went and gave them a hand for a while just collecting glasses, just doing my bit.
John the guy that died was a nice guy, though like most people he had his critics. This cancer thing seems to be common at the minute, its pretty depressing.
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