Bought for a wedding, the black suit’s life should have been one of fun.
Instead it was thwarted by hospitals, bookended by ill-health.
It was more a costume really, something its wearer would never naturally choose to put on.
It ended up being taken out of the wardrobe only when occasion - and relatives - insisted.
It stayed on its hanger for that first wedding, its owner fighting to wake up from a massive heart operation instead of christening it with beer stains and dance floor sweat.
It had its day after, at one, two, three weddings I think, and a funeral.
Now it’s being aired for the last time.
The first hospital stay meant it wasn't needed at the time after all. This one means it is.
