A young preacher was contacted by the local funeral director
to hold a graveside committal 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.

He arrived a half-hour late, the hearse was nowhere in
sight, and the workmen were eating lunch.

The pastor went to the open grave and found the vault lid
already in place.

Taking out his book, he read the service.

As he was returning to his car, he overheard one of the
workmen say: "Maybe we'd better tell him it's a septic
tank."