The Last Furlong

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Death

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These old Furlongs’ friend died. When you get to our age, your friends die.

This is the first one for 2023.

We got notified by mail.

Our friend simply toppled over whilst serving Sunday lunch at the kitchen table. And that was that!

She always had good taste.

We laughed a lot together with her. I will tell you the best story ever.

When she was younger she lived in a block of flats where the ground floor flats had a small piece of grass outside each flat. One day, she was out walking her dog. As she arrived home, her dog peed on her next door neighbour’s grass. The neighbour burst out of her door and exploded with rage. Our friend said, “Please don’t worry, this can be easily sorted. You go home and make a sign saying KEEP OFF THE GRASS, and I’ll go home and teach my dog to read.”

Our friend was always quick off the mark when it came to humour.

And Death.

No lingering, just DO it.

Good on you lovely friend. Go well.

Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.

2 thoughts on “Death

  1. I wouldn’t mind going out like that. That or something similar to the character in Roger McGough’s Let Me Die A Youngman’s Death.

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