DEATH
While walking along the sidewalk in front of his
church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer
that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his
five-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 and with sonorous dignity intoned
his version of what he thought his father always said:
"Glory be unto the Faaaather....and unto the
Soonnn....and into the hole he gooooes."
  ¶ 11/19/2004 01:56:00 AM