When Ross was younger he hated going to weddings. It seemed that all of his aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to him, poking him in the ribs and cackling, telling him, 'You're next.' ( m$ @0 s# U+ j. Y W2 o5 C: D" }# U$ ?; B
The ladies stopped that stuff after Ross started doing the same thing to them at funerals.# ] S9 o5 p+ @+ H. D* L