The funeral

[figbo]

As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a
grave-side service for a homeless man, with no family or friends. The
funeral was to be held at a cemetery way back in the country, and this
man would be the first to be laid to rest there.*


*As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost; and
being a typical man did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an
hour late. I saw the backhoe and the crew, who was eating lunch, but the hearse was nowhere in sight.*


*I apologized to the workers for my tardiness, and stepped to the side
of the open grave, where I saw the vault lid already in place. I assured
the workers I would not hold them up for long, but this was the proper
thing to do. The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I
poured out my heart and soul.*


*As I preached the workers began to say "Amen," "Praise the Lord," and
"Glory"! I preached, and I preached, like I'd never preached before:
from Genesis all the way to Revelations.*


*I closed the lengthy service with a prayer and walked to my car.*


*As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of
the workers saying to another, "I ain't never seen anything like that
before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

[toph]

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[East Bay Rider]

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[JJ Irani]

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