WORST WEEK OF MY LIFE

This week has probably been the worst week of my life.
I'll start at the start.
On the 11th of January was my mum's birthday. It was a great day until about 9 o'clock.
My Nanna died. :' (
That was the first bad thing. We saw the body and said the rosary (the rosary was really boring). That was the first time I cried about it.
Then my family started to organise the funeral (which is an anagram of "real fun", which funerals are anything but) and my cousins from Dubai and my half-sister and her son came from Queensland.
After at least 10 slabs, it was finally ready.
The funeral was held at Saint Mark's in Faulkner on Wednesday. The funeral was incredibly sad. We had a bagpiper at the funeral, as my Nanna was born in Glasgow. Apart from the fact that it sounded bad, it really reminded everyone of Nanna. That was the second time I cried.
At the gravesite, we threw rose petals into the grave. That was the third time I cried. It was really the final goodbye.
After the funeral, we went back to my Grandpa's retirement village. There we had a big party to celebrate her life, where all my uncles and most of my aunties got blind drunk, which was rather entertaining. While we were there some grumpy old Scrooge called the manager and complained that the kids were being too noisy, even though they had been absolutely brilliantly behaved.
Fast forward to today, we had my half-sister and her son over for lunch, as we were taking them back to the airport. We had a nice lunch and then we took her to the airport.
As we were driving to the airport, we were involved in a 7-BLOODY-CAR PILE UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was caused by an unsecured load on a truck, which had a blow out, throwing sheet metal all over the Western Ring Road. A builder's truck lost control crashing into numerous cars. My dad quickly swerved into the left lane which THANK GOD was empty. A car just clipped the back of our car THANK GOD!!!!
Then when we finally got the airport. It was 25 minutes before my sister's fight, but guess what. JETSTAR WOULDN'T BLOODY LET HER ON THE PLANE BECAUSE SHE WAS TOO LATE. WTF!!!!! WHAT KIND OF CRUEL EVIL HEARTLESS COMPANY WOULD DO THAT WITH A 9 MONTH OLD CHILD AFTER A BLOODY 7 CAR PILE UP!!!!!!! Then they proceeded to tell us that they couldn't get another ticket, because we were late. She was in tears with a crying baby. Then we finally could get a ticket with Virgin Blue, they even held a seat for Caleb, my 9 month old nephew. The moral of that story is "Jetstar are an evil heartless company that don't care about their customers".
That pretty much sums up the worst week of my life, but I can't be bothered rebutting Jackson's senseless and baseless anti-Dvorak claims.