The seriously weird lady

This summer my dad passed away.
The service was held in his favourite church where he had been doing research, before he retired as an architect.
After the service my sister had arranged lunch for friends and family at her house a 10 mile drive from the church.
My good friend and his dad offered a lift to a middle aged lady from the service.
They thought it was a tiny bit weird that she read Donald Duck comics during the drive, but for all they knew she could be a distant relative or more likely an artist fallen on hard times.
After maybe an hour at my sister's house, it was obvious that she had never met my my dad or anybody else in the house before for that matter.
That didn't stop her from happily trying to bluff her way through the increasingly embarassing situation.
She was taken to the nearest bus stop where the buses run once every three hours.
Several of the guest remarked that they had noticed her before, at other funerals.
We have since learned that this lady goes to funerals and the wake afterwards as a bizarre hobby, but, and here is the really weird part, primarily if it is an architect who has passed away.
I think my dad would have found that kind of behaviour highly amusing.
In some countries it is considered good luck to have someone crash your wedding.
i wonder if it also applies to funerals.



