Simple. Somebody arrived at the shiva house and motioned me over, requesting a yarmulka. My mind raced, trying to remember after 12 years where my father in law, z"l used to keep his spare yarmulkes. As my brain was in panic mode, I spotted Joey out of the corner of my eye. I swooped down and in one deft motion, removed this yarmulke and plunked it down on the visitor's head, to which he responded, "Hmmm, perfect fit". As you can imagine, Joey was none too happy at being relegated to the kitchen, but he was rather resourceful in fashioning himself a bit of a replacement, don't you think?