Even the most brilliant forgery, in time, comes to seem old-fashioned.
Interesting. I suppose too, a context of the painting matters - its history and 'province', is that the word... 'This can't be a forgery, it's in such and such a collection, it's background and pedigree are impeccable. Besides it has been vetted by the experts', isn't that how the argument goes? So if anyone comes across a painting with the right background and pedigree, sir Anthony, it must be hard I imagine, even inconceivable to think that it's not what it claims to be. And even supposing that someone is such circumstances did have suspicions, they would be chary about voicing them. Easier to leave things as they are - stick with the official attribution, rather than let the cat out of the bag and say 'yeah, we have a fake'.
Graham Chapman’s memorial service (extended version, with Cleese, Palin and Idle. Other Pythons, Jonathan Miller and Alan Bennett, looking white as a sheet, visible in the congregation).
Much is quite rightly made of how legendarily upsetting Jim Henson’s funeral was, with the Muppets singing. Because I am a pasty British cynic who is far more easily upset by visible repression of emotion, I find this a lot more harrowing.
ETA: Sue Vertue production managed the film of this, what the hell.
What an exemplary group of people remembering a top notch fella.