Simkins Funeral Services

If the guest isn’t singing, “Oh, what a beautiful morning” I don’t immediately think “there’s another one snuffed it in the night. Another name in the Fawlty Towers Book of Remembrance.”

Funeral directors, hey? Can’t live with them, can’t die without them. Unless you’re happy to just jump in the sea and swim into the middle of it until your energy slowly depletes and you perish. That’s a bit bleak, isn’t it? Well, nobody says this one was going to be easy.

I’ve hit the post-death lads before and it was a pretty minimal affair all round. This one is slightly more involved but the prior problem I had remains. What are we basing this on, exactly?! The aren’t many globally-renowned ‘funeral’ brands, when you think about it. And research it heavily. It just doesn’t happen. Generally speaking, these types of thing are undertaken (!) by local businesses rather than national / international ones. Which makes sense; community, proximity of, er, remains and so on. If your dad bites the big one in Tutts Clump* you can’t have Darren the regional manager dealing with this from the office in Reading.

So, being mostly in the dark I went for the fontwork based on people that look after pensions, purely on the basis that the latter half of their name is ‘widows’. Scintillating stuff. What I did find out on my travels is that funeral people like a bit of vegetation in their logos. Leaves, flowers, trees and so on. So what I’ve done here is attempt to turn a pine cone into a fish. A kipper that is also a corpse. Thank you and good night. There’s also a mesh thing going on to suggest a fish net (not the tights),

Already quite long this one but quickly – in the episode a bloke dies at Fawlty Towers in the night and the next morning Basil thinks he’s been poisoned via a kipper. He hasn’t but that doesn’t stop him going off on one. Polly speaks to someone named ‘Mr. Simkins’ on the phone about collecting the body. I use my razor-sharp deduction skills to work out that he might be the undertaker.

Oh, and a doctor eats some sausages. Eventually.

*I only picked this because I found it the funniest sounding of all the Berkshire villages. Grab this t shirt and celebrate with a cider.