The Indy has a nicely restrained headline this morning: Man gets permission to bury dead wife in his garden. If this were your neighbour, would you be wondering to yourself how willing any future purchaser will be to go ahead with the conveyancing, when they find out there are moral constraints on what they can do with the garden? It’s hardly going to make the place easy to sell, is it?
Not to mention the prospect foreseen by T.S. Eliot quoting Webster –
‘oh keep the dog far hence, that’s friend to man, or with his nails he’ll dig it up again.’
And I am not going to be as tasteful as the Indy, which has respectfully resisted referring to Billy Connolly’s famous gag about the man who buried his wife with her bum above the surface so he had somewhere to park his bike.
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