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Twenty or so years ago, there was a visiting minister at our congregation. He was the father of my pastor's son-in-law and was a very dear man. He was testifying one night after the choir sang a song called "The Blood-bought, the Church, the Redeemed" and really got himself worked up. As he was shouting how glad he was to be in the church, his dentures decided they were no longer glad to be in his mouth and they came FLYING OUT! Without skipping a beat, he caught them in his hand and put them right back in his mouth to finish his testimony. His last remark was "Orafix 'em, that'll fix 'em." The place erupted in a roar of laughter as he sat down.