I remember hearing about buddies wearing their uniform to church fish year and saying "Never, never, never." Every time I'd go home my family would pester me to do it just to poke fun at me, but I never did.
November my zip year, my great-grandmother died at 92. She'd had the presence of mind to request some details for her funeral service at the local Methodist church, and one of them was pallbearers. Including her great-grandson, "but only if he wears his uniform."
She finally got me.
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First of the Finest, Finest of the First