On Sunday it was the final service at my childhood church before it closed, and as this was the church my mother attended all her adult life, I felt I ought to go on her behalf.
After a while the service became a checklist.
There will be People Here Today who were Christened here as Babies, the minister said þ
People who Grew Up Going to Sunday School, Brownies or Cubs, Guides or Scouts þ
People who got Married Here, and who have held Funerals of Family Members here 3 x þ
She didn't say people whose Parents Met here in the Youth Club and who Also Married Here
People who, until very recently, were Co-Opted into Helping their Mother on her Knitted Handicraft Stall Several Times a Year
People who Might Quite Happily Have Given it a Wide Berth, given their Wedding Day was The Mistake of their Lives. (With the Always Proviso that They Regret Not A Single One of Their Children.)
I can tick all of those boxes too þ