Luck Cannot Hold Up Forever

[Abolisher]

The burial ground is worryingly crowded. The war had brought the ends to the lives of thousands of BAF troops, and was ending more every day. Most of the people gathered around Thatcher's grave were just lost. The BAF had not been able to afford a grand funeral for Thatcher, despite his rank before he got shot repeatedly. So the hired weeping widow was not doing a great job, and the vicar was just some bloke they'd found outside, being paid with the vicar clothes, a bible, and a bottle of confiscated wine.
"We are gathered here today, to show our respect for err...Brian." The vicar had no idea who the ceremony was for, and quickly made a name up. "Anyway, may he rest in peace, blah blah blah. May God have mercy on his soul.
"Why'd you say that?"(This member of the crowd had noticed the vicars mistake on the final line. Rather disrespectful. However, the vicar had already ran away.)
So, the members of the audience stepped onto the podium one by one to say their hastily made and not very loving speeches.
"Err...I've known...Brian...for err...several years...and...errr...he was an emm...very great guy?..." (Clearly the first bloke had no idea who the burial was for. //this speech was so painful I'm not even going to type it up.)