I went to the removal of my sister-in-law's father. As is the custom, the family are seated around the coffin and the mourners go and sympathise with each of them.
Near the end of the seating were two elderly ladies that I didn't know, obviously from the other branch of the family.
"Sorry for your loss", I said to the first lady, as I shook her hand.
"Sorry for your loss", I said to the second one.
She grasped my arm, leaned in and whispered
"I love your shoes!"
Ah yes, you can never underestimate the appeal of a wicked pair of shoes.
And Jimmy would have really enjoyed that.
Rest in Peace.