by Phil Planet

Created on: May 28, 2008

It was the 27th of July 1969, The funeral was much the same as any other really, The four pall-bearers were all immaculately dressed from head to foot in black,They slowly strode in perfect time to "The Thresh-hold Of A Dream" by The Moody Blues, The small but respectful congregation lined either side of the path leading to the tiny freshly dug grave at the far end of the plot, All the congregation had clasped hands and heads bowed. It would be obvious to any onlooker that this was to mark the passing of someone very special.

As the small casket was lowered into the ground some of the congregation sobbed, The possessions of the deceased were now in full view, A small book, walking cane, hat, and a few other bits and pieces.

Yes, It was just like any other funeral really, All except for one thing, Every thing was tiny and everything had been painstakingly hand made including the coffin. The strangest thing about the whole scene though was that the coffin was only six inches long, And even stranger..... The body inside was a blackened rotting pear.

The six residents of 7A Queens Road were an odd bunch to say the least,They were from every walk of life, Nick was a very well spoken upper class pilots son from Farnborough just outside London, John was a six foot two obese scouser who worked in computers, The others had no idea what computers were really, only that they provided the endless supply of paper to draw on the back of. Tony was a Yorkshire lad who worked for Cadburys making instant mashed potatoes, It was called "Smash" and every cupboard in the flat was full of it. Steve was just loaded, His Dad owned a few Hotels and he didn't do anything accept pull endless wads of cash out of his pockets, Brian and Phil were the only ones with long shoulder length hair, They had been mates ever since they were kids, They were the most important of all as they scored all the drugs, They were the only ones who did not look like police.

It was late Friday afternoon, Steve, Brian and Phil had just got back from town, As usual they had been to "The Old Shambles" in the center of Manchester, This was where all the Musicians, Students and Hippies hung out. They had been there to get the weekend shopping, On this occasion six tabs of "White Lightening" an ounce of bush and three cases of beers all set for the coming weekend.

All three were now sat in the front room of 7A laughing and starting to drift away, The remaining three tabs had been placed on a plate, A scrawled sign on

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