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At a quiet, somber funeral service, the priest is standing at the front of the chapel, delivering a heartfelt eulogy.
The guests are seated silently, some dabbing their eyes, others nodding gently as the priest speaks about love, loss, and remembering the departed.
Suddenly, a man in the second row raises his hand.
Not fully understanding what he wants, the priest pauses mid-sentence and gives him a polite nod.
The man stands up, clears his throat, and says, “Sorry to interrupt… but do you happen to know the WiFi password here?”
A ripple of shocked gasps spreads through the room.
The priest’s jaw slowly drops as he stares at the man in disbelief.
After a long, weighted silence, he finally manages to speak: “Good heavens… have some respect. This is your mother’s funeral.”
The man nods, completely unfazed, and replies, “Right, right… sorry. So, is that all lower case?”
