Dem Bones!

My Husband's Grandmother, who had reached the grand old age of 98 years, died one 23rd of December, and as her funeral couldn't be organised until the 6th of January, the following year, her Son asked the Funeral Director, to explain what was happening to his Mother over the Christmas period. The Funeral Director in his severe black suit, with a face even more severe, placed a hand on the Son's shoulder, and said, 'Don't you worry, Mr Taylor, we have a Skeleton Staff in over Christmas'. This is a true story, but we found it to be so hilarious.