A young preacher was contacted by the local funeral director to hold a
graveside committal service at a small local cemetery for someone with
no family or friends. The preacher started early but quickly got
himself lost, making several wrong turns. He arrived a half-hour late,
the hearse was nowhere in sight, and the workmen were eating lunch. The
pastor went to the open grave and found the vault lid already in place.
Taking out his book, he read the service. As he was returning to his
car, he overheard one of the workmen say: "Maybe we'd better tell him
it's a septic tank."
graveside committal service at a small local cemetery for someone with
no family or friends. The preacher started early but quickly got
himself lost, making several wrong turns. He arrived a half-hour late,
the hearse was nowhere in sight, and the workmen were eating lunch. The
pastor went to the open grave and found the vault lid already in place.
Taking out his book, he read the service. As he was returning to his
car, he overheard one of the workmen say: "Maybe we'd better tell him
it's a septic tank."
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