Friday, 11 February 2011

No relation of Dave's

Auntie Jessie, a regular worshipper at her Yorkshire chapel, died and was buried.

In due course the question of a headstone arose. The family asked the monumental mason to engrave her name, date of birth, date of death, etcetera. The monumental mason asked them if they would like a text as well. They thought for a while, and then said 'SHE WAS THINE, LORD' would be a suitable epitaph in every way.

Some days later the monumental mason rang to say the headstone was finished, and would the family like to check it before installation? The family were surprised to discover that the inscription read 'SHE WAS THIN, LORD'.

'Happen you've missed out the E,' they said.

The monumental mason apologized, said he would put it right forthwith, and would proceed to set the headstone up. The family agreed.

When a little later the family went to pay their respects at the grave, they found the inscription now read : 'EE, SHE WAS THIN, LORD'.

(Sorry if you've heard it before. Sometimes these gems take the slow boat across the Channel.)


Dave said...

Half my genes come from Yorkshire (the left leg bit) so she could be related.

Christopher said...

Really? So you do a sort of designer Hokey-Cokey?

Rosie said...

What a shocker of a joke. I don't think Ihave ever met someone from Yorkshire, ha, ha.

Z said...

Such things happen regularly in bakeries, as any devotee of CakeWrecks can tell you.

Vicus Scurra said...

Are you, by any chance, here all week?

Laurie said...

Well, it made me laugh a lot! Thanks for sharing. Wonderful!

Christopher said...

Rosie, may I introduce you to Dave's left leg?

Z: You mean the 'I sing on the cake'? I never thought of that.

Vicus: This is one of the wittiest comments ever to appear here. Bravo. Are you as distantly related to Oscar Wilde as Dave is to his Yorkshire forebears?

Laurie: Thanks for dropping in. Come again!

letouttoplay said...

I always understood this to be a Lancashire joke about a much loved wife called Lizzie.

Christopher said...

Ho ho, Mig. I see you're right up there next to Vicus.