It had never been done before. And John wasn’t sure he wanted to be the first to do it. He was considered comedic royalty after all.
But as he took his position behind the podium, he could hear his old friend practically whispering in his ear telling him he had no other choice.
“Don’t you dare,” he imagined him saying. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
John smiled at the large crowd inside in the Great Hall of St. Bartholomew’s before dropping the first curse word ever heard at a televised British memorial service.
Graham wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
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