Condolences Ben. Rather reminds me of getting an affirmation of freedom to marry letter, from the registrar in Dewsbury. Took a while as there was a constant stream of interuptions. His signature on various documents, as we Brits call them, hatch, match, and dispatch certificates. When we were finally done, I told him I couldn't do his job for any money. He understood, and said the only ones that affected him now were death certificates for young children and newborns.
