I always remember at my great aunts funeral about 20 years ago, I was there with my mum because she was playing the organ and I used to turn her pages for her. Afterwards we had a wake and another great aunt rocked up. The conversation turned to the elderly gentleman who had befriended my deceased aunt and we all wondered if he was a boyfriend. We were quickly disabused of this notion when my very elderly great aunt opined "He was no boyfriend of Evie's. He takes it up the elbow".
Stunned silence followed.