I Like My Baby's Pudding - Wynonie Harris
Keep On Churning Til The Butter Comes - Wynonie Harris
I Want My Fanny Brown - Wynonie Harris
(and if the vicar or whoever says any of these "aren't appropriate for the occasion" he can go take a running jump).
A bevy of mysteriously beautiful women who nobody's ever seen before weeping softly at the back of the room.
(I'll probably have to hire these in advance, but I just like the thought of people nudging each other and saying "he was a dark horse, wasn't he?").
A sausage roll-themed buffet at Lilly Mae's.
Ashes scattered on the Clayton End.
Sorted.
