My friend knew a man, let's call him Steve, who was late to everything. When confronted about it, he's laugh and say "Oh well, at least I'm not late to my funeral!"

Recently, Steve passed away and Saturday, at the church, everyone sat and waited for the funeral to begin. They waited more than a half hour before someone recieved the news. 

The hearse had gotten stuck in traffic. 

The hearse, with Steve's body in it. 

He was late to his own funeral. 

Alex: How the FUCK DOES THAT HAPPEN?!