I overhead this languid conversation between two elderly gents in Mayfair.
Gent 1: I was sorry to hear about Michael
Gent 2: So was I. How did he die?
Gent 1: In his car apparently; always racing about
Gent 2: Lively chap
Gent 1: Not now he isn't
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