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‘The vicar will keep the service short,’ Ed said. ‘We’re not expecting anyone else to turn up. Poor Ambrose knew no one outside of the workhouse and the staff can’t leave the last few patients.’ Bill nodded as he took the half pint the temporary barman handed him. He put his hand in his pocket. ‘These are on me, Bill,’ Ed said. ‘The first funeral I’ve organised that’s been arranged and paid for by a club.