You drank my granddad ...

The instant coffee a group of friends drank as they tried to sober up after a night out on the tiles tasted a bit odd.

Soon after, they found out why - when one of their companions told them: 'That was no coffee ... that was my grandfather's ashes.'

They had assumed a tin full of grainy substance on the mantelpiece at Jakub Havlat's cottage in the Czech Republic was coffee.

But Jakub said: 'My grandfather had a great sense of humour, so he's probably laughing now.'