Mr and Mrs Cecil Hamburger were both cremated after their deaths, lowered onto a man-sized grill.
They tossed a coin up: that or burial in a polystyrene box.
Everybody loves a hamburger, thought the town priest carefully.
It was an amazing funeral. The mourners had dressed for a dinner dance.
The invites had accidentally said that.
It was a simple mistake in the print shop.
Dinner dance.
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