Priest Page #2

you should know ?

Oh, yeah.

I seduced him.

He didn't seduce me.

I've got a few bob

stashed away...

and I'm in a pension scheme in work,

so we won't be destitute

when he pops his clogs.

Anything else you want to know, I'll be

out there washin' your pots and pans,

takin' a scrubbin' brush

to your underpants.

Okay ?

I'm sorry.

Right.

Can I ask you

to be discreet ?

Of course.

I was thinking of doing

some home visits.

Counterproductive.

I disagree.

What the bloody hell

do ya think you're doin' ?

Nope.

You put it out there.

Holy water.

Hello. ls this a Catholic home

by any chance ?

Piss off !

Hello ?

- Hello ?

- Are you Catholic ?

- Are you Catholic ?

- Who is it ?

- Get down. Oh, look, no one's in, mate.

Come on.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Do come in.

Thank you.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Please, sit down.

Thanks.

We're Jehovah Witnesses

actually.

Through this holy anointing,

may the Lord in His love--

- Through this holy anointing,

may the Lord in His love-- Sorry.

- Put him in here.

Through this holy anointing,

may the Lord in His love and mercy

help you with the grace...

of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

- May the Lord who frees you from

sin, save you and raise you up.

- Relatives stay here, please.

- Nurse, you can--

- That's my Dad.

I need to go in with him.

Let's all leave him here.

It'll be all right.

So, the Lord's my Shepherd,

then ?

- Yeah.

- And something more personal ?

- Did he have a favorite song ?

- Yeah.

He's gettin' cremated.

Oh, yeah.

It was

"Great Balls Of Fire."

- Two pints of lager.

You'll do yourself an injury.

- Hey, Fr. Greg !

- Oi.

Fr. Greg ! Fr. Greg !

Fr. Greg ! Fr. Greg !

- Come on, Father, give us a song.

- Fr. Greg ! Fr. Greg ! Fr. Greg !

A song ! Come on, Father,

give us a song !

Give us a song, Father.

Give us a song.

Uh... could I say,

could I say something instead ?

About tomorrow.

I don't want to put

a damper on things.

I know that people like

to take communion at a funeral,

and some of you might

feel that you can't.

ln the morning, I'll be in the

confessional just before we start,

and I promise

it won't get heavy.

- Or even now in the backyard

if you'd like.

- No way.

- Not in the backyard.

- Yes, well, I--

- I have put a damper

on things, haven't I ?

- No, you, come on, Father.

Come on. Hey, Bob.

Bob, go on and give us a song then.

Bobby ! Bobby !

Bobby ! Bobby ! Bobby !

Lovely. Go on, son.

He was a bastard, Father.

Never a day went by

without me wishin' him dead.

- But now he's gone, you miss him.

- I miss him.

I miss the bastard.

Will you absolve me,

Father ?

- There's nothing to absolve.

- Oh, please, Father ?

God the Father of mercies, through

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