At a crematorium!
Took a service for a lovely family mourning their Mum and Nanny. They sang "All things bright and beautiful" with all the gusto of real country folk. One of the sons said "I know you", then "We used to meet at the Workingmens' Club" (in my last parish before I retired). We exchanged memories of some odd folk we both knew. When we parted he promised to tell my old parishioners we had met. For a funeral it was a very happy occasion, I shall pray for them all.
