My favourite and most enduring memory of Berni will be always be on the Sunday of my wedding. I can close my eyes right now and clear as day, as if I’m still there and he’s still here, I can see Berni, Rob and my dad sitting in lawn chairs around the fire pit, drunk as anything from whisky, beer, happiness, love, and who knows what else, laughing until tears fell down their faces and Rob tipped his bloody lawn chair and fell over backwards… all because one of them had farted!! And once one did, they all followed. I am very, very glad to have this memory.