Buried with a fork.
Jun 5, 2017 15:42:47 #
When Mrs. Smith was diagnosed with terminal cancer, the doctors gave her three months to live. Being the amazing person that she was, Mrs. Smith started putting her affairs “in order”, and contacted her pastor, Rev. Phillip, to convey her final wishes.
She told the pastor what songs should be sung at the service, what scriptures she wanted to be read, and which outfit she would like to be buried in. She also asked to be buried with her favorite Bible. When it was all written down, and Rev. Phillip was getting ready to leave, Mrs. Smith suddenly remembered one last thing.
“Reverend, there’s one last thing I would like,” she said.
“What is it?” replied the pastor.
“This is very important to me,” she continued. “I would like to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”
Reverend Phillip stood stunned; her words had taken him aback. Mrs. Smith smiled and said, “this surprises you, doesn’t it?”
Bemused, the pastor replied “In all honesty, yes. I’m a bit puzzled by this request.”
Still smiling, Mrs. Smith explained: “In all my years attending church and social events, I remember that when the main course was being cleared, someone would always lean over and say ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part of the evening, as it meant that something better was to come… be it an apple pie, a velvety chocolate cake, or a serving of delicious ice cream. It was always something wonderful and full of substance!
So I just want people to see me with a fork in my hand and wonder ‘What’s with the fork?’ Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork… the best is yet to come.”
She told the pastor what songs should be sung at the service, what scriptures she wanted to be read, and which outfit she would like to be buried in. She also asked to be buried with her favorite Bible. When it was all written down, and Rev. Phillip was getting ready to leave, Mrs. Smith suddenly remembered one last thing.
“Reverend, there’s one last thing I would like,” she said.
“What is it?” replied the pastor.
“This is very important to me,” she continued. “I would like to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”
Reverend Phillip stood stunned; her words had taken him aback. Mrs. Smith smiled and said, “this surprises you, doesn’t it?”
Bemused, the pastor replied “In all honesty, yes. I’m a bit puzzled by this request.”
Still smiling, Mrs. Smith explained: “In all my years attending church and social events, I remember that when the main course was being cleared, someone would always lean over and say ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part of the evening, as it meant that something better was to come… be it an apple pie, a velvety chocolate cake, or a serving of delicious ice cream. It was always something wonderful and full of substance!
So I just want people to see me with a fork in my hand and wonder ‘What’s with the fork?’ Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork… the best is yet to come.”
Jun 5, 2017 16:16:17 #
no propaganda please
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Mr Bombastic wrote:
When Mrs. Smith was diagnosed with terminal cancer... (show quote)
Beautiful thoughts. Thanks!!
Jun 5, 2017 16:22:58 #
Quakerwidow
Loc: Chestertown, MD
Mr Bombastic wrote:
When Mrs. Smith was diagnosed with terminal cancer... (show quote)
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Jun 6, 2017 06:40:06 #
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