Searching in the rag-bin for something with which to clean my bathroom, I found this:
It is a t-shirt that I wore in college. My friend Darrel had them printed and sold them to make money for (can you guess?) beer. This particular shirt is stained with what looks like paint and probably motor oil, and has been mended. That last bit says more clearly than anything else how well-loved this shirt was.
It almost made me sad to cut it into squares and wash my vanity top with it. But it's time to move on, and I'm sure the funnel team is doing fine without me.
Good luck to them!