h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

* This centries old chapel is a throw back to more innocent days, when fidelity, trust & marriage meant a lifetime commitment. Indeed, in recent years St.James has seen more depravity than in the Chapel's entire existence... *

Oh bloody hell - win some, lose some!
*Taking the newly-replenished "u" from his poacket, Kes inserts it into the middle of the "centries", thus restoring a centuries-old tradition. He heads back to the manor, via the Golf Links, before he loses any more letters*

*Checking the contents of his poacket on the way out, he decides to throw the "o" into the organ loft *

- LOL!!! -

* M.K gradually ferries most of the Vicar Demon Drawer's baggage into his small room in the annex of the Chapel... *

*door creaks open*

*organ starts to play*

You boy come out of there.

Where did you learn to play, Take That? That was terrible.

*hums*

Relight my fire.

*knock knock
DD: Yes? Who is it, my child?
GB: Nope, guess again....

Sigh of relief

*knocks again
YES?? {sounding impatient now}
I just wanted to say "more tea, Vicar?" for the first time ever to a Vicar...

*wanders in on the vague misaprehension that there might be something religious going on*

*GB leaves a note for DD....
A wake for JLC the TTP please.
Nothing fancy....
A tinder box, a petrol can, a pile of wood?
On the carpark, Saturday morning?
After the Masked Ball?
If that's OK with you...
thanks,
GB

Bless you my child that should not be a problem.

Did someone metion tea. Where is Mrs. Doyle?

*GB returns with tea.
More tea, Vicar? {Sorry, couldn't resist}
I forgot to mention, the aforementioned deceased isn't ~quite~ deceased yet.
Give me till tomorrow night then we can go ahead with Saturday's wake

I see I normally only book wedding that far in advance of the event. But if you can guarentee the soon to be deceased will be embalmed and in the coffin in time for the wake I'll add you to my diary.

- ROFL!!! -

BTW I would like to book a Wedding...

Mine...

Let's say 2 weeks...

If she is back in time...

Or not run of with an American...

Lord M.K*

I'll ask her later when she phones shall I.

* M.K gets all flustered... *

Oh... ah... Yes !!! Definitely !!!

* Walks off grumbling that DD is getting more intimate than he ever dreamed about... *

Lord M.K*

Speaking of which here she is now.

* M.K takes his heart-pills... *

What kind of Vicar are you !!!

* Curses under his breath in these hallowed halls... *

Lord M.K*

Take 14 our fathers and 10 hail Mary's for tha language Son.

*wanders through the doors, her heels tapping on the floor, and throwing an echo out through the chapel*
*looks slightly apprehensive, as religion is not her favourite thing*
*hides the cross she habitually wears, for fear it will be taken as a symbol of her religious beliefs- which it isn't, she just likes the way it looks*
*takes a seat, enjoying the peace*