A few days back we found ourselves complaining, didn't we, about tailbacks on the M6 when the chances were the motorist or one of three truck drivers fell asleep; it being around 04:00 a.m. But the motorist in question sadly passed away and so we mount a tribute among these pages.
Not three days later the same motorway was closed in both directions for a single lorry (truck arch.) fire that was confined anyway to the hard shoulder. The thinking must be that motorists on either side of the central reservation will be stopping for a gawp and will run into the back of each other, producing a cascade of crashes that would keep us there until at least Christmas.
The answer would ideally be for a select few of us to establish a civilisation on Mars, but absent that then in the interim driving and all else should be done by robots... and as I write, once such just broke the world's 100m sprint record.
But you may wish to bury your loved one among these posts, which will last for all time... or at least 'til Sergey Brin needs one. Available on our merch pages, you can book both an attractive headstone and a funeral oration drafted by AI.
Visiting the deceased is more easily done by laptop and you may refresh your floral tributes for a small subscription that we promise will cost no more than Netflix.
Below is our offering aimed at petrolheads, featuring a lasting 'lamboleum' for the whole family!
Ed. ChatGPT drew it, Miss.
