Solemn occasions are meant to be just that … solemn. Well, at least that is the intention, although at times events conspire to turn things differently.As happened at Neighbour Jeremy’s funeral.Jeremy was generally a good neighbour. I liked him well. Always polite, wishing me “Good morning” when we met on our way to work, or “Good evening” should we happen to see each other on our way home.He kept himself to himself and never parked in front of my driveway blocking me from going in or out whenever I wished.Every so often Jeremy would borrow some of my garden tools,

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