All this funereal talk puts me in mind of a funny story Lucile told in her memoirs about the Victorian actor J.L. Toole. In her youth Lucile was one of star Ellen Terry's circle of adoring handmaidens - today we'd call her a "groupie." Anyway, this is what she wrote:
"...There was something irresistably droll about his personality off the stage. I remember once his coming to supper with us at Ellen Terry's house in Barkston Gardens, into which she had moved. He had just got back from his wife's funeral and began what was meant to be a sad recital of the procession and service. Somehow, quite unconsciously, he made it so funny that he had us all in fits of laughter, although we did our best to smother our mirth out of decorum. In the end he began to laugh himself, till the tears ran down his cheeks. 'She would have laughed, too,' he said apologetically. 'It was awfully funny' ..."
That irreverent theatre crowd! My, my. Old Victoria would REALLY have not been amused over such levity.