There's a very long funeral service

[Recursion]

Children of the deceased, grandchildren of the deceased, nieces and nephews of the deceased, even the oldest great-grandchild of the deceased all come forward and talk about what he meant to them. He's clearly lived a full and enviable life. The priest comes up and delivers the final benediction, but then he notices one old man shyly standing in the back, and beckons him forward.

The old man is hesitant, but comes to the podium. He says, "I... I didn't know him nearly as well as any of you, but he was still very special to me. Could I possibly say a word?" The widow and the priest nod, and so he takes the mic, clears his throat, and says, "Plethora."

He hands the mic back to the priest.

"Thanks," says the priest. "That means a lot."