I referred to Therese's dead father.
'We don't say dead, Iestyn.'
'Deceased,' I tried again.
'Nor that word. So Public Record office.'
I was ready with: 'vitally-functionally-challenged' when Therese said,
'He is a shining one, who has fulfilled the karmic implications of this present existence and modulated to a higher plane of vibration. On this higher plane we leave behind the body-functional and spin on a rebirthed spiritual axis, giving out a lilac light and making the most quiveringly pleasant humming noise. For your further information and interest, I went to see my psychic this very today and dad came through. He has a new job on the other side, tending the gardens for the children to play in, whose souls have gone over early. Just now he's sowing in hardy annuals.'
And all I could think of was: if there are no bodily functions on this higher plane, what's her dad doing for manure to dig in?