“Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today to bid farewell to our departed neighbour, old Bob Flowers. Is there anyone in the congregation who would like to say a few nice words about him?” asked the vicar.
But there was silence.
“Come on now, don’t be shy, someone must remember something good about him.”
Still no response.
“Please, someone say something,” pleaded the harassed vicar.
All of a sudden, a voice was heard at the back of the church.
“His brother was worse.”