My dear Don Inocencio Botijo,
Impressed as I am at the prospect of your most high Mass to be attended by such a bevy of beauties *cough* rather I meant - a heavenly assemblage of angelic forms, I can't help but be sorely vexed by the striking family resemblance exhibited among them, in that, it is most suggestive of too close a conjugation in .... past associations.
I blanche at the ugly word that rises up in my mind to describe such ungodly happenstances. Surely, your Grace can reassure the faithful (and those of us who have sadly fallen from the way) that he has at all times upheld that most sacred vow of celibacy?
Your humble, but vey lapsed, servant,
El Fuge.