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.)
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.)
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