I look down on her

A funeral today for yet another of Mr. Beewatcher’s former colleagues. Sad, but good to see some who are enjoying a long and healthy retirement.
I haven’t been to many humanist funerals, and certainly not one where the coffin entered the chapel to the Superman theme, and disappeared to a selection from Status Quo. 
Unfortunately I must have missed the email, as they say,  about wearing black, and stuck out like a sore thumb in my purple jacket.
It takes all sorts.
I felt so mortified that all I could manage to snap today is this wood pigeon looking disapproving from a great height. I’m sure it was looking at me.