After my dad's (Philip's elder brother Dick) funeral in 1986, close family went back to our house in Warwick. True to form, Philip was regaling us all with some tale, prompting much laughter, which was just what we needed. All of a sudden, the doorbell went. It was the minister who had conducted the funeral service, dropping by to check up that we were all coping OK. What he must have thought about the sounds he heard I'm not sure.

Richard Moss (nephew)