A young preacher was asked by the local funeral director to hold a
grave-side burial 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. Eventually, a half-hour late, he saw a backhoe and its
crew, but the hearse was nowhere in sight, and the workmen were sitting
to one side, eating lunch.
The diligent young pastor went to the open grave and found the vault lid
already in place. Taking out his book, he read the service. Feeling
guilty because of his tardiness, he preached an impassioned and lengthy
service, sending the deceased to the great beyond in style.
As he was returning to his car, he overheard one of the workmen say:
“I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years and I ain’t never
seen anything like that.”