Rumpychunk Mantlefield knelt down and kissed the flag.
‘There lies a great man’, he said.
‘…a great man at lying ya mean‘, muttered the usher.
‘Show respect for an important statesman, he single handedly negotiated our trade deal with the Runglish.’
‘…and suddenly and inexplicably became fabulously wealthy?’
‘He was a legend, a five time national Judo champion to boot.’
‘…in his sixties, with a beergut, and skin like a baby -d’ya not think it was fixed?’
‘Well, we have him to thank for ridding us of the scourge of motorbike helmets.’
‘…why do ya think it’s a closed casket?‘