Someone had scheduled an enormous funeral for someone, but Rock had almost no idea who had died. He figured the person was probably a sports figure since he was invited to attend.
Rock couldn't go because of work. There was a horse race scheduled for the same day, that very afternoon in fact, and he didn't want to go anyway, so he wrote a lengthy eulogy and had it delivered to a woman in charge. Unbeknownst to her, Rock watched as she read it and was pleased to see her cry. It meant his message mattered, he thought.
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