During a period where life was fucking me over frequently, I had a friend who would, in commiserating with my situation, say sorry to me, at least partly because he felt bad that he wasn’t able to help.

My autistic ass would get confused about whether he had committed a slight against me that I was unaware of, and I’d ask for clarification (because sometimes he was actually apologising for something I hadn’t registered). This developed into a shorthand where if I was confused, I’d ask “funeral sorry?”.