As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a
graveside 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!"

well that was pretty good.

That was funny!

Doah, Homer strikes again.

great laugh to start the morning thanx