This perusal of the paper always ends in the same way with her reading out the Deaths and In Memoriams. The In Memoriams are always chosen from a big ledger in the Evening Post offices on Commercial Street in Leeds and adapted, not always successfully to the requirements of the deceased, my favourite (which isn’t apocryphal) ending up:
Down the lanes of memory
The lights are never dim.
Until the stars forget to shine
We shall remember her.
Alan Bennett, Keeping On Keeping On.
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