God bless the Golden Years.
I now do that same thing when I see them at a funeral.
Told to me by an old guy I worked with back in the day. Alleged to be true:
In the Model T days, when you got gas, the attendant would often sweep out the car with a whisk broom as a service. An elderly woman pulled in one day, and asked to use the restroom. The attendant, being very hard of hearing, thought she said “whisk broom”. He replied they didn’t have one, but if she’d back it up over there he’d blow it out with the air hose.
What’s better than your roses on my piano?
Your tulips on my organ...