Call me a weirdo but there's something deeply, darkly funny about rolling up to the airport with a dead grandad in tow. For a flight to Berlin too, how horribly,gruesomely, macabre. Delightful shivers up the spine.
How the hair rises to think of airport worker Andrew Millea lifting him gently out of the minibus to have a head loll and rest an icy cheek against his. Oh Death's embrace, where is thy sting?
Course they claimed he was alive when they left the house. Bright of eye and quick of wit - though to be fair 91-year-old Willi Jarant had dementia so perhaps his best lines were behind him.
"Tell the man your grandad always sleeps like this," they told the kids to say. For there were children present. Do they have night terrors? They do now. Been cuddled up next to a corpse all the way there.
Seems old Willi should have been hermetically sealed in a zinc-lined coffin in the hold, not passing on the overpriced EasyJet sarnies. No boring companion he. Shot new life into poor Mr Millea when he jumped sky high. Willi had the last laugh
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