Cashing in

I attended a former colleague's funeral service yesterday. Nice chap. He would have been amused to know that he was responsible for making me go to church. I sat right at the back and tried to ignore the vicar, who took advantage of his captive audience.

Half-way through the service, someone's mobile phone began to ring: [I fell into a burning] Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash. You couldn't make it up.

I'm sure my late colleague would have laughed his head off.


See also: Cash 'n' Curry