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[at Gareth's funeral]
Matthew:
Gareth used to prefer funerals to weddings. He said it was easier to get enthusiastic about a ceremony one had an outside chance of eventually being involved in. In order to prepare this speech, I rang a few people, to get a general picture of how Gareth was regarded by those who met him: 'Fat' seems to have been a word people most connected with him. 'Terribly rude' also rang a lot of bells. So very 'fat' and very 'rude' seems to have been a stranger's viewpoint. On the other hand, some of you have been kind enough to ring me and let me know that you loved him, which I know he would have been thrilled to hear. You remember his fabulous hospitality, his strange experimental cooking: the recipe for "Duck à la Banana" fortunately goes with him to his grave. Most of all, you tell me of his enormous capacity for joy. When joyful, when joyful for highly vocal drunkenness. But I hope joyful is how you will remember him, not stuck in a box in a church. Pick your favourite of his waistcoats and remember him that way. The most splendid, replete, big-hearted, weak-hearted as it turned out, and jolly bugger most of us ever met. As for me, you may ask how I will remember him, what I thought of him. Unfortunately, there I run out of words. Perhaps you will forgive me if I turn from my own feelings to the words of another splendid bugger: W.H. Auden. This is actually what I want to say: "Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows 'round the white necks of the public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest; My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good."
Transcript
Gareth used to prefer funerals
to weddings.
He said it was easier to get enthusiastic...
...about a ceremony one had an outside
chance of eventually being involved in.
In order to prepare this speech,
I rang a few people...
...to get a general picture of how Gareth
was regarded by those who met him.
"Fat" seems to have been a word
people most connected with him.
"Terribly rude" also rang a lot of bells.
So "very fat" and "very rude" seems
to have been the stranger's viewpoint.
But some of you have rung me
and let me know that you loved him,...
...which I know he would have been
thrilled to hear.
You remember his fabulous hospitality,
his strange experimental cooking.
The recipe for duck á la banana
fortunately goes with him to his grave.
Most of all, you tell me of
his enormous capacity for joy.
And, when joyful,
for highly vocal drunkenness.
I hope joyful is how
you will remember him.
Not stuck in a box in a church.
Pick your favourite of his waistcoats
and remember him that way.
The most splendid, replete,...
...big-hearted...
...weak-hearted, as it turned out -...
...and jolly bugger most of us ever met.
As for me, you may ask
how I will remember him.
What I thought of him.
Unfortunately, there I run out of words.
Forgive me
if I turn from my own feelings...
...to the words of another
splendid bugger, W.H. Auden.
This is actually what I want to say:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking
with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos
and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin,
let the mourners come.
Let the aeroplanes circle
moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message
He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks
of the public doves,
Let traffic policemen
wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South,
my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever:
I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now:
Put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean
and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now
can ever come to any good.
It was good of you to come. Must have
been the shortest honeymoon in history.
No, it's fine. We'll do it some other time.
You know, what you said in the street...
- Yes, I'm sorry about that.
- No, I liked it.
I liked you saying it.
Charlie, I'll take Scarlett home, all right?
Darling Fi.
Walk, Charlie?
Yeah. Yeah, that would be grand.
Never felt like that.
I mean, something vaguely similar,...
...for Jilly, when I was young.
Jilly?
Labrador.
Yes, it's odd, isn't it?
All these years
we've been single and proud of it...
...and never noticed that two of us were,
in effect, married all this time.
Traitors in our midst.
You know, I think death is hardest
for the parents, don't you?
I hope I die before my children.
Tom...
There's one thing I find really...
Well... It's your total confidence
that you will get married.
I mean, what if
you never find the right girl?
Sorry?
Surely, if that service shows anything,...
...it shows that there is such a thing
as a perfect match.
If we can't be like Gareth and Matthew,
then maybe we should just let it go.
Some of us are not gonna get married.
Well, I don't know, Charlie.
Clip duration: 393 seconds
Views: 421
Timestamp in movie: 00h 00m 00s
Uploaded: 12 December, 2020
Genres: comedy, drama, romance
Summary: Over the course of five social occasions, a committed bachelor must consider the notion that he may have discovered love.
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