My grandmother was buried on a wet and miserable day. My mum and her three sisters were very upset, standing by her grave full of flowers. The next day they all returned and were horrified to discover all the flowers had been taken – stolen!! So through yet more tears, mum and her sisters went round all the other graves and took a flower or two to decorate her mum’s unadorned grave. Then they stood back to admire their work and realised, with horror, they were standing at the wrong grave! Her mum’s was a couple of plots away, still beautifully adorned with the donated flowers. They had a good laugh about it, certainly lifted the mood.