Well, sort of.  It was his funeral last month.  He died peacefully, without pain, having lived a life full of love and fun. So it only seemed fitting that his final service ended with a bit of a giggle.

...Following the dumper carrying dad's coffin, we witnessed some classic double takes.  I don't know what was more amusing, the slack-jawed teens or the guy at the bus stop who took his glasses off, cleaned them, then had a better look.

...It soon became obvious that the only way out of hospital for either of them was to go for a bit of respite care somewhere less institutional. A place where the rooms have carpet and you get a glass of red with your lunch and a Cocodamol chaser.  

After much research, we found somewhere that doesn't exactly fall under dad's headline of "reasonably priced", but at least it might encourage him to ditch the zimmer a bit quicker.

...It's opened up discussions in our home about how we'd like to be treated, should the same fate befall us.  I've told them, that if I begin to lose my memory, just roll with it - embrace the fact that I want to wear my holey jumper and clogs.  I've always thought dignity was highly over-rated anyway.