Many have come and many have gone but none quite like Norman Sackfield stuck around in places where you would be hard pressed to find a doughnut and cup of coffee but then Norman was passionate about his job.

It had its ups and downs but then that was grave digging for you. The only places you could sit would give you piles and a thermal flask was as good as it got apart from maybe the peace and quiet, macabre as it was, and the fact none of the customers moaned about the lack of cushions in their coffins.

Candy dynamite was banned but that did not stop Marvin the dwarf from assassinating his neighbours with a stick planted in a sausage roll at their “appreciate your neighbours” barbecue.

Truth was it had been a mistake despite the pretty lights and insurance payout for Marvins pet iguana who got caught in the blast and was noted to be the first iguana to land on the moon. Only now Marvin had a bomb crater for a neighbour who was dull and boring to the point Marvin had the overwhelming urge to fill him in.

Maybe he was becoming a psychopath.