Where hearses go to die...
Casually strolling around the semi rural lanes near my parents home in the Midlands I came across this odd spot: a small yard full of funeral cars.
I can't say for sure if they were abandoned, unserviceable or just in storage, but they all looked pretty sad and old and dusty. I decided this was their final resting place. No wreaths, no obituaries. Until this moment I'd never wondered where hearses go to die. It has to be some place, and I guess its here.