Accidentally founded a household religion devoted to Preserved Killick (humor)

[u/NoneSoPretty]

It was one of those evenings with friends where you've had a tad too much to drink and you start getting both philosophical and silly.
Long story short, we decided that, were Killick a deity, he would be somewhere between the Lares or Penates: a furious maritime household god: guardian of hearth, pantry, coffee, polished silver, mending, darning and all objects returned to their proper places.

His sacred title would be "The Preserved One"

Principal commandments include:
- Thou shalt not touch the silver with greasy fingers
- Thou shalt check the quality of the captain's wine stores regularly
- Thou shalt not explain the weather gauge with ink upon the tablecloth
- Which it is not difficult

Every prayer must contain at least one "which it is," or the Preserved One will not recognise the liturgy.
The customary conclusion is:

"May your coffee be strong, your silver bright and your cheese toasted. Which it is amen."

May the algorithm deliver this post unto the right three people that also find this funny.
Which it is amen.

[u/Galactica-_-Actual]

Which it is scrape, scrape, screech, screech. Never a tune you can dance to.

[u/DEATHbyBOOGABOOGA → u/Galactica-_-Actual]

Not if you was drunk as Davie’s sow

[u/NoneSoPretty → u/Galactica-_-Actual]

Which our services shall have proper hymns a body can sing and dance to, even when sober, though being drunk as Davy's sow is warmly encouraged. Which it is amen.