A nice touch of black humour.

One of the singers at a club I went to was especially interested in music hall songs. ahe recorded some for his funeral, after around of year of cancer.

Pride of place went to
Ain't it grand/To be bloomin' well dead.

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I would hardly say I am unique in this but almost the instant I am in a theatre I have counted the seats in a row, looked how many rows and levels and so on, and formed a fair estimate of its capacity. If I go in a hotel, I do something similar. Or getting on a train It is hardly OCD but I have this 'numerical awareness' of where I am almost all the time.