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."