quodlibet  

Biff, Dave didn't show up. You'll have to give Bob's eulogy.

But -- I didn't really like Bob very much. In fact, I hated his guts.

Well, just think of something.

Bob's penchant for farting 'Happy Birthday' led to his unfortunate demise, after a heavy meal of refried beans.

We also bury his wife and children, roasted in the house fire, the dog, overcome by the nauseating fumes, and five hundred of his neighbours.