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The eulogy Bob Should have delivered: Ladies and gentlemen, friends, family, and fellow pickle enthusiasts, we gather here today not just to mourn the loss of Harry but to celebrate a life that was as briny and bright as a jar of his famous pickles.

Harry was a man who truly embraced his role in the community. He was a big dill in our lives, and his pickles were the bread and butter of many a family gathering. His knack for curing cucumbers was unmatched, and he always knew how to relish life, bringing joy wherever he went.

Though Harry might have been a bit of a sourpuss at times, he was always sweet on the inside. He had a knack for getting out of any pickle and was known for his jar-dropping sense of humor. "I'm in a bit of a pickle," he'd always say, "but that's just vinegar and water under the bridge!"

Harry loved to remind us that life, much like a pickle, is a mixture of the sweet, the sour, and everything in between. He taught us to never let our troubles leave us pickled in a jar but instead to embrace them and find the humor in every situation.

As we say goodbye, let's remember Harry not just for his pickles but for the zest he brought into our lives. Let's honor his memory by continuing to spread joy and laughter, just as he did every day.

Rest in peace, dear Harry. You were truly one in a brine-ion, and you will be dearly missed. Let's raise a pickle in his honor and promise to keep his spirit alive in our hearts. May his memory always bring a smile to our faces, just as he intended.