A country funeral



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 walkd to my car.

As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers say to another, "I ain`t never seen anything like that before in my life and I`ve been puttin` in septic tanks for twenty years!"

for a second i forgot it was a joke.funny.

yeah, me too

by the way,love your user name.(love the song excuse me)

Thanx. Excuse Me is probably my fav song on that CD. I can relate.