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His group of mates were spread around a paked crem, mad John, (a blue, but not how he got the name) a lovealbe but unstable sort of guy, the type of mate you know will either end a night out in tears, needing an arm round the shoulder, or in a cell because he got into a fight, anyway he had been particularly affected by Andys death and wasnt doing well, the story needs that bit of context. So the crem goes silent, that awful moment, the curtains open and the coffin starts to roll (is that really necassary fuck!), then the music kicks in, of course it is...YNWA. Under his breath but clearly audible, even from the other side of the room, from mad John...oh for fucks sake.....and a little ripple of laugher spreads round the church. Noddy would have fuckin loved it! RIP.