This reminds me of when my grandma died and the preacher was saying that she was such a saint and how everyone loved her. I went up to him afterward and told him that "she was far from a saint" and he obviously didn't know her. I told him that she never told her kids she loved them her entire life and did her best to set them at each other's throats their whole lives.

My husband made an excuse and said that I was just mad that there wasn't any fried chicken at the after-service dinner; :-)