From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee. From beyond the grave, I f*** with thee…
IT WAS a pact that only a true friend would keep.
Before one of them was sent to fight in Afghanistan for the British Army, they made a deal: If one of them died, the other had to wear a dress to the funeral.
So when Barry Delaney turned up to the graveside funeral of best friend Private Kevin Elliott, he did so wearing a tight fluorescent dress, The Times reports.
The green dress was matched with equally bright pink leg warmers and black hiking boots.
And the best part is that nobody had the stones to even try to make fun of this guy either on the way to or from the funeral. It takes a man to keep a promise to a dead comrade… it takes a real man to keep that promise when it involves something like this. I would ask some of my old combat buddies to do the same for me but I’m sure a few of them will probably show up in a dress anyway so it’s a moot point.
H/T to VT Woody… I’m sure that you would look great in a daring backless.