A young preacher was asked by a funeral director to hold a graveside service for a man who died with no family or friends. The funeral was held way back in the country and the young preacher got lost on the way. When he arrived an hour late he saw a backhoe and the crew but the hearse was nowhere in sight. The workmen were eating lunch. The diligent pastor went to the open grave to find the vault lid in place, but he still poured out his heart in an impassioned and lengthy service.
Returning to his car, the young preacher felt that he had done his duty and he would leave with a renewed sense of purpose and dedication in spite of his tardiness. As he got into his car, he overheard one of the workers talking to the other worker, "I've been puttin' in septic tanks for 20 years now and I ain't never seen anything like that before. Sorta gives new meaning to the term, "Holy Shit, don't it?"
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