My dad knew Harry, and took me to meet him once. Was a couple of years ago now.
He was of course very frail and had trouble holding his head up; speaking was clearly a considerable effort. However, his eyesight was fine (he recognised my dad at some distance across the room) and when I made the mistake of assuming he was hard at hearing he upbraided me gently: 'You don't have to shout, I'm not deaf!'
I'm no bible thumper myself but I think Sir Richard Dannat, for one, might disagree with that, "sweeping statements" etc? It's a funeral after all, not a stag-night, impotant to get the balance right and all that, IMHO.