"You served a lot of masses there, didn't you, hon?" Nancy Brady asks her husband, Bill, at Holy Trinity in Downstate Bloomington, the church where they got married.
"We were altar boys," Brady says. Then, lowering his voice, he adds, smiling his trademark toothy grin: "But also, we'd get out of school because some of the older folks didn't have enough family to have pallbearers, so we'd work. ..."