"Whales on wheels": a short story Years ago I used to have this fat friend. Her even fatter aunt died and her whole fat family needed to get to the funeral parlor to observe the fat aunt's body. They couldn't fit in a regular car and at the time my skinny brother had a really big station wagon. My friend asked me to ask him if he would drive the fatsos to the funeral parlor. For some reason he agreed. When he got home, my mother asked him, "How did it go"? As he walked past he said, with disgust, "Whales on wheels!" My mother woke herself up in the middle of the night more than once laughing about that. I never forgot that and laugh about it to this day.