I'm sorry for your loss

Dad comes out from the bedroom holding this battery operated radio. It's on and says he wants to hear the morning news.

It's playing what I can only describe as crematorium music and I tell them that. "This is the sort of music that I would expect to hear when saying good bye to loved ones. I can imagine sitting there watching the coffin go into the flames."

Mum says, "That's funny."

And, I shit you not, the news ends with a guy saying, this news was sponsored by "Hogbin Drive Crematorium and Funeral Services"