"Sparky? It's Radar. Hey, thanks a lot for helping us out with that phone call…."Oh, it was Hawkeye! I-mean it was almost impossible to keep a straight face, especially when he was giving the eulogy! I-." Suddenly he was laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
"Radar?"
He snapped to attention and hung up the phone, saluting Henry as he did so. "Yes, sir?"
"I need you to write a letter to Tuttle's family about his… unfortunate demise."
Radar nodded "Yes sir. Right away."
"And get Hawkeye to help you."
Radar grabbed his notepad and headed for the swamp, laughing all the way.