I am not Catholic.
I am not a man.
Therefore I cannot be the Pope.
Which means that I do not have the authority to make someone a Saint.
Yet I do.
I have turned Cliff into a Saint.
And any of his friends reading this will laugh out loud at that one.
Yet I still do.
I cannot remember anything bad about him. Even those things that I am sure irritated me a lifetime ago ... his untidiness, his never putting a cigarette out properly, his snoring ... are all cute Disney-esque qualities that I also seem to love now.