I was fascinated by the car journey through London to the crematorium. It was not the cortege itself that fascinated me, but the way it proceeded at a steady pace without any visible change of speed or awareness of junctions as if the road was completely empty up one side of the road then the other, across major junctions.
This was all due to a posse of yellow jacketed policemen continually riding ahead on their motor cycles, holding traffic up, at traffic lights or in places where it was heavy and once the cortege had passed getting back on their bikes, powering past the cortege to the next pinchpoint. It was all so smooth, so practiced. I just watched mesmerised.