Today was Cazza's funeral, after being 'politely' told we had to speak 100mph cos it was a funeral factory things went pretty well.

Katie nearly killed us on the way there, choosing to fiddle with the heating when she was on a bend (very ali leather) and lost compelte control of the car. But it was funny. We were at the crematorium early with Emily and my sister, it was sad and scary. Suddenly realised the repsonibility of talking, it hadn't seemed like a big deal but it was suddenly like shit i'm representing a human beings life. I could get all emo but thats enough. Anyway, we sat at the very front row which was odd. We did our bit, the girls were legends - i lost it when i had to speak about Daniel. I knew I shouldn't have tried to make my funeral speech funny. But seeing Howard killed me. I don't think i've ever felt worse than watching him react to us talking about his sisters life. It was hard. But everyone was really grateful, and i spoke to Howard for a while at the Hurtwood after and it was really nice. I saw lots of people i hadn't seen for ages like Damo and Mark 'sit on my face' Beecham. Everyone was really supportive of each other, we're lucky to have such a tight unit. Me and Howard are going to go and get fucked some time. I hope Caz wasn't cracking up too much at some of the shit we had to say, she really was a leg end. Or maybe even a foot.

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