Having said the above this has brought back memories of my dad's funeral.
I asked one of my uncles (dad's Brother in Law) to read a eulogy that I had prepared. He willingly agreed and was happy to do so. However, on the day, when he got to the pulpit, he only managed the first sentence before breaking down in tears. I stepped up to 'rescue ' him and when I turned round, one of my nieces was there saying, 'I'll do it, Aunt Tilly. I'll read it.'' She read it beautifully, sight unseen. I will always remember that.