Had some time to kill so went for a tootle through the RNP. As I was coming to the exit at Otford, I came up behind an outfit tootling a lot more gently than I was. Rather than having a compartment, there was a flat bed. On the flatbed was a coffin. Passed him and continued to bald hill. A few minutes later, the guy, old bugger 70's at least, arrives got off and had a smoke. For three minutes no one said a word. As he was leaving the jackass who runs the icecream van made a crack about the coffin being empty. Won't be buying anything from that idiot anymore. While it most likely didn't mean anything to his now (I assume - coffin was pink) ex-wife, it certainly did to him and having one last ride together through the valleys and forests and by the ocean is not a bad way to part. It was terribly sad and beautiful at the same time.