One day when Geordie was doon the toon, he sees a greet big funeral coming up the Haymarket. Brass band. Four plumed horses, pulling the hearse. Six coaches and aboot 2,000 mouners in silk hats waalking ahint! By Gox he thinks he must be an important bloke. That must be a Lord Mayor or Chief of Police or something. I'll just ax this paper lad, he'll knaa whe he is. "Son", says Geordie. "D'ye knaa whe it is that's deed ower thonder". "Eee I'm not sure", says the paper lad, "But I think its that bloke in the forst carriage".