Perhaps Not

'We don't want Geoff's funeral to be too solemn,' his family told me. 'What was that song we talked about?' asked his daughter-in-law. 'We thought how it was just like him, he liked everything done just so. The Bernard Cribbins one. Don't dig it here, dig it there.'

'I can't remember', I asked, 'Are we going from the church to the crematorium, or the cemetery?'

'The cemetery', they said.

'In that case', I suggested, 'Are you sure that a song about digging a hole is what you want to go out to?'

They decided, on reflection, it probably wasn't.