You may be "Sainted" and have your head put on display in a Church. Your knucklebones will do world tours; the veneration of St. Mathepac the eloquent.Guys your generosity knows no bounds! But beware. If his Judgeship proves immune to the eloquence of Rumpole's pleadings, I may get the literal chop and thereafter serve no purpose other than pushing up nettles, thistles and brambles; no daisies for me, I'd be too angry! I'll do my own ghost-writing and any few quid gathered can be used for feeding the doggies and drinking to my continued fight from the far bank of the Styx.