Well, when I signed in, I saw the story of Mister Allingham, and heard the angelic choir, and though to myself that it was a beautiful and fitting tribute for the end of a long and heroic life.
Until the choir turned into an ad for rubber cement.
Rest In Peace, Mister Allingham.
It cracked me up reading that he attributed his long life to cigs, whisky and wild women. RIP Henry Allingham a life lived to the full.