The only drunk in the Scottish village

passed away, much to the relief of the locals. He beat his wife, never worked, was hard on their sons, and was a thief. At the small pauper's funeral at the only church in the burg, the minister, after several readings and prayers and a song, admitted he had naught positive to say about the deceased. He asked the small gathering if anyone had anything good to say about the man. You could have heard a pin drop. He repeated the question and, in the back of the chapel, an elderly lady stood and said, "Aye, his brother was worse!"