Here is a little story that probably only Roman Catholics will understand.....
I was about 18 or 19 at the time and had gone with my cousin on the Saturday evening Easter candle lighting ceremony, the hour before the Midnight Mass.
In that ceremony, which at the time was held at the back of the church, and there is practically no lights in the church, The big candle is decorated by the priest, then it is lit first then they light all the other candles of the altar boys with that light, which is then passed on to everyone in the church.
Now a prerequisite of that ceremony is that the original light must comes from the "stone" or a flint and a lighter covers that.
My cousin and I were in the last pew, where I usually sat....The priest had forgot his lighter, and knew I smoked, so he came to ask me for mine.....I promptly lied and told him I forgot mine at home and kicked my cousin so he would keep his mouth shut.
When the priest had finally found one and was far enough away, my cousin asked me why I had lied.
When I took my lighter out and showed it to him, he understood and we had a hard time keeping from laughing all through Mass, because the priest was an old man and not a good sport.
My lighter was one of those, with a windup chime thingy that played a tune every time it was lit. And this one gave a good version of "How dry I am, How dry I am"
