Minister at funeral: [deadpan] Lester Richards is dead. And aren’t you glad it wasn’t you? Don’t you wish you felt something? How many men here are attracted to Shelley, his lovely wife? She’s a babe. And how many women here wish that their husbands would drop dead and leave them a big fat insurance policy? Yes, I thought so. Hell, it’ll be years before you figure out what Lester’s death really means. So let’s forget the blah blah blah, and go have a drink. Amen.