For Lisa
He arrived dressed as a white tiger,
his taxi crunching to a stop on the gravel
just as they began
lowering the coffin into the ground.
As he dashed towards the assembled mourners,
he wondered if he had misread the email -
either that, or no one else
had gone to the effort.
Bloody typical, he thought,
elbowing his way to the front
and tossing an item of soiled underwear
onto the descending lid
as per the instructions.
'All right guys?' he said, resolving to be polite,
'What have I missed?'
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