Mrs. Molloy up the road died last week. She was a lovely woman who had a smile and a friendly word for everyone. She was always out doing her garden. She grew fabulous roses. She used to give me one now and again. ‘A rose for a rose’ she’d say, bless her. Teresa and me went up to pay our respects at Masseys funeral parlour  in the village

• She looks lovely doesn’t she Bernie
• Eh no Teresa, she looks dead
• But she looks at peace
• To be honest with you, I think she looks a bit pissed off actually
• Why would she be pissed off?
• Cos she’s dead Teresa. I’m sure you’d be pissed off if you were dead
• But she lived a long life. It was her time
• I must remind you of that when you’re 79, tell you it’s your time
• I’m a long way off 79 Bernie Rose
• I’m sure Mary thought the same when she was your age Teresa
• Mary who?
• Mary Molloy, in the coffin
• Oh right
• I expected  her to look better than this
• How can she look better? She’s dead Bernie
• But she always looked so well
• But she wasn’t always dead was she?
• She was a gorgeous woman
• Gorgeous Bernie. Gorgeous
• After she got sick tho’ she changed so much, God love her
• If she’d died before she got sick she’d have been a lovely corpse wouldn’t she Bernie?
• If she hadn’t got sick she wouldn’t have died Teresa
• True Bernie. True

Some people just love to give blondes a bad name 😞