There are many more than just one.
The funeral itself was short but sweet, no churches. We all squeezed into Papa's livingroom and stood around a minister. Papa looked healthier than I ever remember him looking, the undertakers were very good.
Aunt May got the biggest shock of her life though. Papa has a brother, Tam. Tam is identical to Papa, even dresses the same (not sure but I think they were twins). May never saw Tam arrive and go into the bedroom to see the open casket. She just saw him leaving the bedroom and coming towards her.
At the wake we got a call to say my Great-Aunt had died that afternoon.
I had fun with my relatives, they're good people and all my cousins are all grown up. I found out my aunt Isabell is in fact a closet goth and considering going back to her old ways now. Mum got rolling drunk and after throwing up in the car is now passed out in bed.
I got the story on Papa's death too. Apparently he had gotten up and had breakfast and everything but when his carer went around to see him at 7am-ish s/he couldn't get into the house. So she called my cousins Robert and Sean and they broke through one of the windows (noone with a key was available at that particular time I guess) and found him already dead on the floor. Robert said you could still smell the smoke from his last cigarette in the air it had happened so swiftly. He probably wouldn't have felt anything at all.
Aunt Sandra said the death certificate said something about a heart infection. I guess she wasn't wearing her glasses at the time. It was a myocardial infarction. I managed to explain to her that there was no infections involved.
Anyway, that was my day.