Preacher
Expert Expediter
Then there is the tragic and sad story of a man named Harold who was the father of 5 wonderful children. Harold was a good and generous father to his children as they grew-up, except for the fact that he had one bad habit. You see, Harold was always farting. And it seemed that the older Harold got, the worse Harold's flatulence became. Finally when he was at the ripe (pun intended) old age of 90, and as he lay in a hospital bed sick from gastro-intestinal problems, Harold farted his last fart and passed away. At his funeral, Harold's 5 children were all in attendance. The oldest of the 5 children was asked to give a final word about Harold on behalf of all the other siblings. It started something like this:
"Our father, who now farts in heaven, Harold is his name..."
"Our father, who now farts in heaven, Harold is his name..."