Knees-down

There had been a spate of funerals in the sleepy country parish. The old vicar was struggling to cope.

At 78, he was the oldest vicar around, but younger clerics weren't exactly queuing up to take on the calling.

The deceased was a young man. The forgetful old vicar struggled to remember the lad's name. Standing up, to silence, he racked his old brain. Eventually...

"Er-er-er..... Neil!" he shouted triumphantly.

Everybody knelt, for they were an obedient, God-fearing bunch.

The devoutness of prayers probably changed Neil's onward direction of travel. For he'd been a very naughty boy!