But see, there's also in Ireland, which doesn't happen now we would think of the removal. Which is... The removal is the night before the funeral. And I think we may even stop doing it now, where the body is brought from the home or the... I was going to see, the estate agents, what's they called again? Perhaps. No, the people who arrange... The undertakersakers. That's it. Be undertakers.

Well, my, see, I'm brought to a Foxton's first.

Or a Savils.

A foxes are Savils.

And then from there.

Like, it's a sign that this house may be on the market soon.

So.

Oh, my deathlings gather round as I, Mel Gedroich.

I'm in my full drama blacks, aka funereal gear.

Once again, we're in podcast purgatory,

for this is the show where your favourite dearly departed celebs,

sneak back for one last curtain call.

That's a curtain call.

Welcome to...

Well... curtain call. That's a curtain call. Welcome to... Well, there's a wheel. There's a wink. There's a wing. That's right. Each week, a freshly departed star arrives in my celestial studio. It's cool, isn't it? To muse on their final requests and give us the goss from beyond the grave. I'm sorry for saying, In It. I'm too old for that. Today's guest is so Irish, he makes a bowl of lucky charms look beige. He's the only man who could host mock the week while simultaneously explaining black holes. A concept nobody will ever understand but will always nod along to so they don't look thick. I've

done that many, many times. Look, well this is the thing. I've not seen this particular

person for quite a while and it is always a joy. The last time I bumped into this person

was on Paddington Station on the concourse.

He clearly doesn't remember.

I give you dear deathlings

and communities beyond

the magnificent.

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