Man: And what did he reply?
Priest: He didn't reply. Considering that he wasn't even an R.A., I don't think that it was quite nice of him. However, Maria Lady Rowndell insists that he must be buried in Westminster Abbey. She asked me what I could do.
Woman: Buried in Westminster Abbey! I'd no idea he was so big as all that! Gracious!
Priest: I have the greatest confidence in Maria Lady Rowndell's taste, and certainly I bear no grudge. I may be able to arrange something. My uncle the Dean----
Man: Pardon me. I always understood that since you left the Church----
Priest: Since I joined the Church, you mean. There is but one.
Man: Church of England, I meant.
Priest: Ah!
Man: Since you left the Church of England, there had been a breach between the Dean and yourself.
Priest: Merely religious. Besides my sister is the Dean's favourite niece. And I am her favourite brother. My sister takes much interest in art. She has just painted a really exquisite tea-cosy for me. Of course the Dean ultimately settles these questions of national funerals, Hence...