In my mind, the most memorable thing said at the funeral I attended on Friday came from the boisterous, enthusiastic and noisy African American preacher. He spoke loudly and deliberately, with the heavy exhale of air in between sentences that ends up being an emphatic chuckle that shouts "Amen!" or asks "What do you think of that?"

"...We have sorrow coupled with joy! *heh* And that's the sort of thing that happens when you've got Jesus! *heh* It's a paradox, ya see!..."