Scots Andy was hardcore even for those times. When he died he had stipulated he wanted to be buried not cremated.
Fair enough one might think
However he departed without a pot to piss in. Leaving only a stunningly good looking love and some empty brew tins. Thus commenced one of the longest stays in a Lambeth mortuary ever.
The whip round to bury him kept going round. And around. Maybe four five months to raise the money? Someone put tins of brew (full) into the grave to keep him company and another got into the hole to retrieve them, drink them and chuck the empties in. It's what he would have insisted upon.
This stalwart, this man Andy, he was a man alright. A true comrade. I miss him.