Humour in Tragedy

The death of my paternal grandfather (on the right of the photo) was, in a way, humorous in tragedy. My father told me that he collapsed. They sat him against a wall, and loosened his shirt. Someone said, "Call the doctor!" The village doctor came round. He said, "Call the vicar!" My grandfather's last words were, "Look! There's my mother! There's the vicar!" His mother had passed away -- and so had the vicar he was presumably referring to.