So if you've listened to this podcast before, you'll know words like

f***ing f***ing feature quite heavily. So if you've got kids listening or you're easily

offended, I'd highly advise you to f***ing f***ing f***ing f***ing.

Hello, I'm Kathy Burke and welcome to this downward spiral of the podcast sphere,

where trying isn't enough. Every day is an uphill battle and if at first you don't

succeed, don't f***ing bother. Oh lovely, there goes another one of my hopes

and dreams. Welcome to...

As we merrily carry on living a life of deep regret, it's time to welcome our

guests to this hopeless hovel. While some podcasts talk about sex, power and

money, we talk about death, funerals and who's getting their dirty mits on your

most precious belongings. And joining me today to talk about what's awaiting

them at the end is the rather wonderful...

Beautiful. See? You've got a choir. That's right. How are you Sarah?

I'm very well looking forward to dying today. Very good. How have you been?

What are you up to at the moment? I'm on tour doing a stand-up tour.

Yes. After years of COVID and being stuck inside thinking, I'm desperate to be on the road.

I'm now halfway through a tour going, what had I put all these days in?

And were you able to take the family when you do that? I thought, before I had a

baby, I thought it's so small, you sort of pop it in a little bag with some crisps

down the train. Everyone's like, wow, she's a mum, she's got it all.

And it's actually a lot more complicated than I realised. It's got a bedtime.

He wants a bath. I would just say yeah. So, most often what I do is at four o'clock

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