I met your folks at a church in St Albans. Moon warned me they'd be quirky. 'Quirky how?' I asked. 'They're theatre people,' he replied. He winked, gave me the church address and his business card and sent me on my way. I'd loaded the van the day before. Headstone, concrete shoe, sack truck, wheelbarrow, fixing kit. Double-checked for things that are easy to forget. Everything secured. Okay, good to go. Your Granddad's grave was near the east end of the church. It was marked with a little plaque and I set the wheelbarrow down next to it and began unloading the spades. There was chatter and the squeaking of chairs and the blowing of instruments from inside the church. Then all of a sudden, after a brief silence, the interior erupted with music. A brass band flew into a rendition of Abba's Take a Chance on Me. The bottom of the stained glass window was about a foot higher than eye level so I ...