When people were coming out of the funeral I had conducted, as usual they were shaking my hand and talking to me as they passed. Near the end of the people leaving an older lady came over to me and said ‘do you remember me’

head says ‘no’… mouth says ‘ of course I do’. She said ‘I didn’t know how I would be today’ – mind… must have done a funeral for her. Mouth ‘how are you doing, it must have been hard today’, ‘Yes it was’ she said, followed by ‘how is your husband’, ‘fine thank you’ I said. ‘How is your mother’ she then asked, ‘She has died’, I said. The lovely lady said how sorry she was and went on her way.

Fast forward 10 minutes and the funeral director (a lady) was chatting to this lady and called me over. Do you know this lady she said to me…my mind racing ‘f..what the hell do I say’… mouth ‘yes I did a funeral for her’.

Funeral director, ‘ don’t think you did, she was my teacher at school and thought that you was me’.

‘Right’…. ‘really sorry, I presumed you were from a funeral’