Loman never married and was as free as a bird to socialise.He spread his wings far and wide in this respect.Of course there is always something to sour the sweet and a distant and contrary relative of Loman made it her lifetime's mission to decry his lifestyle at every opportunity.Which she did loudly and often.He dreaded her.She died and Loman and a few others dug her grave.
The ground was unstable and was inclined to collapse in on itself.They persisted ,squared it up and took a well earned rest.
Just then the close relatives of the deceased landed with the usual requisites of a bottle of whiskey ,a crate of stout ,sandwiches and tay.They tucked in and enjoyed the well earned repast .Then the grave began to cave in bit by bit and totally collapsed in on itself to their horror.
Back to the grindstone.Loman spoke through his teeth"The auld f...er persecuted me when she was alive and she's still at it."
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