“Dear [name_f]Sister[/name_f], Father [name_m]Ignatius[/name_m]'s soul rests peacefully with God in heaven,” the youthful priest stopped to make the holy sign of the cross, “This parish is now entrusted solely to me. If I so wish to marry this lovely young couple, here now, in the wee small hours of the morning, then that is my prerogative.”
Next up: frail.