We sadly lost the local vicar two years ago. His main claim to fame apart from abject womanising and a finally fatal love of the booze, was falling in someone's grave allegedly much the worse for drink, during a funeral service. He was dearly loved though and a great guy, with a wicked sense of humour but also truly compassionate, whilst not suffering pretentious fools at all gladly. He rekindled some of my faith in the clergy. I think the Women's Institute breathed a quiet sigh of relief at his passing though
He once asked me to go outside the White Lion and find his car as he was in no fit state to find it himself, and he wanted to know if was facing the right way as he didn't want "another bump in the car park". When I saw the state of his battered Citroen I could see what he meant...