“Fat Charlie stared at the sea of unfamiliar faces, their expressions a seething stew of shock, puzzlement, anger and horror; ears burning, he realized the truth. “Er. Sorry. Wrong funeral,” he said. A small boy with big ears and an enormous smile said, proudly, “That was my gramma.”

“Fat Charlie stared at the sea of unfamiliar faces, their expressions a seething stew of shock, puzzlement, anger and horror; ears burning, he realized the truth. “Er. Sorry. Wrong funeral,” he said. A small boy with big ears and an enormous smile said, proudly, “That was my gramma.”

— Neil Gaiman