Alright this is still funny to me after all these years. My father pastored a small aging church. One morning there were two brass plant stands next to the podium. My father motioned to them and explained they were a thank you gift from one of the local funeral homes for all the business we had given them lately. I remember a very long silence to follow as he swallowed hard trying to regroup and in his normal style said- now lets sing hymn number 322 or what ever the number was. Okay so as kids we laughed often at his mistakes that were he not a pastor no one would have known