Earlier this week we went to the funeral of one of them. He was a close friend for the last 40 years or so.
A larger than life character, never known to get cross or lose his temper and always good for a laugh especially at his own expense. Oh the stories I could tell!
The funeral was typical of the way he lived, a New Orleans style jazz band led the way as we precessed from his home near the town centre to the Church. The police stopped the traffic in the High Street and the way was lined with people paying their respects to him.
A Church service followed during which there were some expertly delivered tributes recalling his rugby days and his contribution to Round Table, Rotary and life generally. The Vicar did request that we refrain from the usual hand actions during the music "Swing low sweet chariot" as we left the Church.
Thence followed a lavish wake from which I have only just recovered!
A truly extraordinary good man, to quote the vicar leading the service.
We shall truly miss him, our lives were brightened by his presence and his funeral will be remembered for its joyous theme. That was his last wish.