It's funny how things come back to you.
Today I remembered a plaque I saw many years ago, high up on the wall of a church in Bampton, in Devon.
This is what it says;
Bless my iiiiiiiii's,
Here he lies,
In a fine pickle,
Killed by icicle.
Make of that what you will.
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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