Friday, October 11

A Proper Burial

I'll be sure to put this in my Last Will & Testiment, but in case they don't believe me I wanted it documented (heeheehee):

While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, a minister heard
the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt.

Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin.
Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.
The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers so with great dignity, he spoke his version of what he thought his father always said:
'Glory be unto the Father, and unto the Son,
and into the hole he goes.'



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