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An epic journey to the end of the line

DAD arrived for his funeral in typical style. He’d had his coffin specially made — a replica of the railway carriage he and Mum had travelled in for their golden wedding celebrations on the Northern Belle. On the rear was a sign saying: ‘The end of the line’. My father’s motto was, ‘one life; live it’, and he really did. Born in Royton, Lancashire, he was unable to walk for two