My wife's father died last year.

I didn't own a suit at that point in time, only sports jackets.

So I headed off to C & A with my brother-in-law; we both needed suits. "No black suits!", my mother-in-law had ordered us,"Nothing too funereal!".

By chance, we both found the same suit: Dark grey 3-piece with a nice restrained duck-egg blue bead stripe. For me the smallest suit in the shop, for my brother-in-law the  largest.

So we were standing together at the funeral in our new suits when the undertaker came over and said hello. And what was he wearing?

Yes, that's right, exactly the same f*cking suit as me and my brother-in-law.

My father-in-law would have fallen on the floor laughing helplessly, I just know.