Part Two....I can dig it, He can dig it, She can dig it, We can dig It, They can dig it.....Can you dig it, Baby?

As Jim was walking towards a home near the cemetery, the nice man, Dean, who was in charge of getting the grave dug, drove up in his pick-up.

“Everything, okay?”  he asked.

“Say, we have a little problem,” stated brother Jim.  “The grave has been filled in....and we haven’t buried Mom yet.”

“Nah,” said Dean.

“No, we’ve got her right here, “ stated brother Dan.

Dean continued to shake his head from left to right.  At that point I knew we needed a visual aid.

I held up the urn.

The nice young man started beating his head on his steering wheel.  “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes, “ stated the entire group.

Immediately, Dean was on the phone with the young man who had filled in the grave.  We heard muffled parts of the conversation....”Didn’t I tell you to make sure the urn was in there?”  “Didn’t I tell you to feel the urn with your shovel before you started filling in the hole?”  “What were you thinking....no, I take that back....you weren’t thinking at all, were you?"

(I started really laughing.....really, really laughing.  That kind of laughing that is never good.  Never appropriate.  Never kind.  Never ceasing.)

“Do you have a shovel?” stated brother Dan.  “We can do this by hand."

Within minutes, plywood had been placed around the grave....and the three men, Jim, Dan, and Dean started redigging the grave together.  AND the guy who had filled in the grave by mistake,  well, he was critiquing the digging.

Me?  Well, I was taking pictures and laughing.

To Be Continued......Part Three....It takes a village!