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[Sir C]

For simplicity's sake, yes. I was really just pre-empting someone else (probably Pokster) jumping in.

Talking of incineration, I drive past Enfield Crematorium most mornings and it makes me laugh whenever I see smoke chuffing out of the top. Is that weird?

It's like the urge to giggle at a funeral, I suppose. Nerves, isn't it? Faced with one's own mortality and all that, one is going to laugh or cry.