The Funeral
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In a tiny village in Ireland, a devout Christian breathed his last and, the local priest being out somewhere else, a priest from an adjoining village was called upon to deliver the funeral oration. “Ladies and Gentlemen”, began the venerable pastor with the dead body in a coffin before him. “Here lies dead before me a rare human being of this village with outstanding qualities. He was a gentleman, a scholar, sweet of tongue, gentle of temper and very catholic in outlook. He was generous to a fault and ever smiling”. The widow of the deceased stood up and screamed, “O, God! They are burying the wrong man.”
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In a tiny village in Ireland, a devout Christian breathed his last and, the local priest being out somewhere else, a priest from an adjoining village was called upon to deliver the funeral oration. “Ladies and Gentlemen”, began the venerable pastor with the dead body in a coffin before him. “Here lies dead before me a rare human being of this village with outstanding qualities. He was a gentleman, a scholar, sweet of tongue, gentle of temper and very catholic in outlook. He was generous to a fault and ever smiling”. The widow of the deceased stood up and screamed, “O, God! They are burying the wrong man.”
Excellent! ^_^ The venerable pastor should have mentioned how much of a family man he was too!! :P
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In a tiny village in Ireland, a devout Christian breathed his last and, the local priest being out somewhere else, a priest from an adjoining village was called upon to deliver the funeral oration. “Ladies and Gentlemen”, began the venerable pastor with the dead body in a coffin before him. “Here lies dead before me a rare human being of this village with outstanding qualities. He was a gentleman, a scholar, sweet of tongue, gentle of temper and very catholic in outlook. He was generous to a fault and ever smiling”. The widow of the deceased stood up and screamed, “O, God! They are burying the wrong man.”
what outstanding qualities does this village have?
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In a tiny village in Ireland, a devout Christian breathed his last and, the local priest being out somewhere else, a priest from an adjoining village was called upon to deliver the funeral oration. “Ladies and Gentlemen”, began the venerable pastor with the dead body in a coffin before him. “Here lies dead before me a rare human being of this village with outstanding qualities. He was a gentleman, a scholar, sweet of tongue, gentle of temper and very catholic in outlook. He was generous to a fault and ever smiling”. The widow of the deceased stood up and screamed, “O, God! They are burying the wrong man.”
That reminds me of my wedding. The priest said, that I had met my wife while we drove an ambulance. This was new to us all :laugh: