Archdruid: Nice to see you
All: To see you, nice.
Archdruid: What's on the doors, Young Keith?
Keith: "All flesh is as grass."
Archdruid: True, but not as cheerful as I was hoping.
Burton Dasset: Charlii, can you give us a twirl?
Charlii: Sexist.
Burton: Hnaef, can you give us a twirl?
Hnaef does a twirl
All: Lovely Hi vis!
Hnaef: Just something I picked up in Arco.
Archdruid: Life is the name of the game.
All: Good game! Good game!
Archdruid: What do points make?
All: Prizes!
Archdruid: And so we must all reach the end of the conveyor belt of life. And whether we have collected a toaster, fondue set, saucepans or a cuddly toy, we know we must lay them all down and look to the biggest prize of all. And though no-one can know the destination of any other - whether higher or lower - yet we can remember the man who made us laugh and enlivened our childhood Satuday evenings.
All: Didn't he do well!
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