Isn’t it always the way? You wait 6 years for a flaming bumhole, and then two come along at once.
Now, I’m sure the good people at Just Cremations have done their research. But … I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. No. Really, it can’t be. I just can’t picture myself, inconsolable because Nanna has finally passed to the other side, thinking: “I’ll call those jokers with the fucken hilarious billboard in Welshpool, with that bloke’s arse on fire.” Or is it just me?
Bonus grasstree, for the spotters. By Misspent Yoof.
The Worst of Perth 
I think you are allowed to call them Po’Boys again.
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I think I’ll call Cremation World, Cremations R Us or Jim’s Cremations instead. I’m not going to have the apprentice giving me a fiery arsed end.
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You can’t mention the Ashes over here.
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Well, Nanna ate a lot of dog food in her later years, so …
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Blue flame gags never get old.
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Dropped a log.
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is that what happened to the big O?
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They set his arse on fire?
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I thought that was Richie Valens?
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Too soon?
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“Careful Grandad, one flash and you’re ash!”
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So I tried the new depilaion method for my back…
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… and lost a ‘t’ along the way
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I think I have finally seen something on this site that actually does not – and could not – make sence. Were it an electrical fire, I would even call it wired.
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