Sadly, I had to attend the funeral of an old friend and colleague last weekend. I asked his wife if I might say a word at the service. She kindly consented so at the appropriate moment in the ceremony I went up to the lectern and said “Plethora”. Then I sat down.
His widow was visibly moved and with tears in her eyes stood up to say “thanks for that. It means a lot”.
Through Hollow Lands and Hilly Lands 