Funeral Jokes

Jul 6, 2011 | 1 comment

A passenger in a taxi heading across town leaned over to ask the driver a question and gently tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb and stopped just inches from a large plate window.

For a few moments everything was silent in the cab.

Then, the shaking driver said “Are you OK? I’m so sorry, but you scared the daylights out of me.”

The badly shaken passenger apologized to the driver and said, “I didn’t realize that a mere tap on the shoulder would startle someone so badly.”

The driver replied, “No, no, I’m the one who is sorry, it’s entirely my fault. Today is my very first day driving a cab. I’ve been driving a hearse for 25 years.”

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An elderly woman died last month. Having never married, she requested no male pallbearers. In her handwritten instructions for her memorial service, she wrote, ‘They wouldn’t take me out while I was alive, I don’t want them to take me out when I’m dead.’

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A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour:
And, one who can enjoy browsing old cemeteries…
Some fascinating things on old tombstones!

Harry Edsel Smith of  Albany,  New York:
Born 1903–Died 1942.
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the
car was on the way down. It was.
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In a Thurmont, Maryland cemetery:
Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no
place to go
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On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery,  Nova Scotia:
Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102. Only The
Good Die Young.
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In a London, England cemetery:
Here lies Ann Mann, Who lived an old maid
but died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767
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In a Ribbesford, England cemetery:
Anna Wallace
The children of  Israel wanted bread, And
the Lord sent them manna. Clark Wallace
wanted a wife, And the Devil sent him Anna.
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In a Ruidoso, New Mexico cemetery:
Here lies Johnny Yeast…. Pardon him
for not rising.
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In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:
Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake.
Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
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In a Silver City, Nevada cemetery:
Here lays The Kid.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.
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A lawyer’s epitaph in  England:
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer,
and that is Strange.
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John Penny’s epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery:
Reader, if cash thou art in want of any,
Dig 6 feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny.
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In a cemetery in  Hartscombe, England:
On the 22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle went
out of tune.
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Anna Hopewell’s grave in Enosburg Falls Vermont:
Here lies the body of our Anna,
Done to death by a banana.
It wasn’t the fruit that laid her low,
But the skin of the thing that made her go.
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On a grave from the 1880s in  Nantucket, Massachusetts:
Under the sod and under the trees,
Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.
He is not here, there’s only the pod..
Pease shelled out and went to God..
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In a cemetery in England:
Remember man, as you walk by,
As you are now, so once was I
As I am now, so shall you be.

A Good Goodbye