I knew a woman, let's call her Jane, who lived in a single-end in Govan and her elderly neighbour came chapping her door one morning to say that her husband has just died. As her own place was a bit untidy, Jane ushered the old dear back to her own place to get her a cup of tea and since it was a single-end, the bed-settee was still down. After making the tea Jane sat on the bed and asked the old soul what time the undertakers took her deceased hubby away and the aul yin said 'oh they've no been yet hen'. Jane was a bit bemused by this and asked where he was so the aul yin said, 'yer siitin oan him hen'. Poor soul was that wee and thin that Jane never saw him under the blankets.