[Any other day, he might have shrugged it off. For all the bad puns he's made...] I know, Katherine [Annnnd another apology incoming.] I'm sorry. Is that okay to say? My head's not screwed on right, tonight.
Rites are to entrust the dead to God's care, and to console the living, both. [That's hopefully the most of that stuff he'll spout all night, with any luck.]