Less Desirable?

My buddy Mark's mother's funeral went pretty good until the pastor talked about how even when some of Mark's "less desirable" friends came to the house, his mom would always welcome them in. The day before, Mark told me he told the pastor about the first time I came to the house and Linda said "Mark there's some boy at the door wearing a trench coat!" He said, "Mom, it IS winter." Then she let me in.
It was a woolen overcoat and probably the nicest coat I've ever owned by the way.
That's gotta be the first time I've been insulted from the pulpit.
Meanwhile, Mark's buddy Bob was not onlly buying her son alcohol but at a profit as well and she thought he was a fuckin angel ... the bastard.