The Common Sense of, perhaps, the Average Chicken
From Flowers for Strangers to Dog Shit in the Maserati
It has been raining almost non-stop in Co. Wicklow since the middle of June and I need cheering up.
A story from a while back in 2019…
My dad died. Classic start to a funny story. He was buried in a small village in Sussex. I was really close to my dad so I visited his grave a lot. I still do.
I always took flowers and my mum visited a lot and she always took flowers and my grandparents were alive then and they always took flowers. My dad’s grave frequently resembled a solid third place at the Chelsea Flower Show.
Nice, but I felt bad for the guy buried next to my Dad. He NEVER had flowers. Died on Christmas Day aged 37, no-one left him flowers and now there’s a pop-up florist in the grave next door. So I started buying him flowers. I STARTED BUYING FLOWERS FOR A DECEASED MAN I’D NEVER MET.
I did this for quite some time, but I never mentioned it to anyone. It was a little private joke with myself, I was making the world a better place one bunch of flowers at a time. I know it sounds weird but I came to think of him as a friend.
I wondered if perhaps there was a hidden connection between us, something secretly drawing me to him. Maybe we went to the same school, played for the same football club or whatever. So I googled his name, and ten seconds later I found him.
His wife didn’t leave him any flowers BECAUSE HE’D MURDERED HER ON CHRISTMAS DAY. After he murdered his wife, he murdered her parents too. And after that he jumped in front of the only train going through the Balcombe tunnel that Christmas night.
THAT was why nobody ever left him flowers. No-one except me, of course. I left him flowers. I left him flowers every couple of weeks. Every couple of weeks FOR TWO AND A HALF YEARS.
I felt terrible for his wife and her parents. Now, I wasn’t going to leave them flowers every couple of weeks for two and a half years but I did feel like I owed them some sort of apologies.
I found out where they were buried , bought flowers and drove to the cemetery. As I was standing at their grave mumbling apologies, a woman appeared behind me. She wanted to know who I was and why I was leaving flowers for her aunt and grandparents. AWKWARD.
I explained and she said OK that’s weird but quite sweet. I said thanks , yes it is a bit weird and oh god I ASKED HER OUT FOR A DRINK. Incredibly she said yes. Two years later she said yes again when I asked her to marry me, because that is how I met my wife.
as told by @sixthformpoet
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