The Funeral
A new minister in a small Oklahoma town spent the first four days desperately calling on the membership, begging them to come to his first services ... He failed.
He placed a notice in the local newspapers, stating that as the church was dead, it was his duty to give it a decent Christian burial. The funeral would be held the following Sunday afternoon, the notice said.
Morbidly curious the whole town turned out. In front of the pulpit, they saw a high coffin, smothered in flowers. The minister read the obituary and delivered a eulogy; he then invited his congregation to step forward and pay their respects to the dearly beloved who had departed. The long line filed by. Each mourner peeped into the coffin and then turned away with a guilty, sheepish look.
For in the coffin, tilted at the correct angle, was a large mirror.
Everyone saw himself.
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