Funeral crashers. Joanna Nell. 2025.

Grace stroked the sides of the sandwich platter with her thumbs. ‘Look, Martin, I know we’ve only just met, but I was wondering if you’d like to join me?’

’Join you for what?’

’To sing a few hymns. At the next funeral.’

Another funeral? The thought tumbled inside his stomach. He swallowed the remains of his sandwich with difficulty. 

‘Whose funeral?’

’ I don’t know yet,’ Grace said, brightly.

’You’re inviting me to crash a funeral with you?’

’I suppose i am.’ She looked as surprised as him at the impromptu invitation.

Martin could think of a million reasons why not and yet, he barely hesitated. ‘Yes. I’d like that very much.’

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