A newly appointed young clergy person was contacted by a local funeral director to hold a graveside service at a small country cemetery in Iowa. There was to be no funeral, just the committal, because the deceased had no family or friends left in the state.
The young preacher started early to cemetery, but soon became lost. After making several wrong turns, he finally arrived a half-hour late. The hearse was nowhere in sight and cemetery workers were relaxing under a near-by tree, eating their lunch.
The preacher went to the open grave and found that the vault lid was already in place. He took out his book and read the service.
As he returned to his car, one of the workers came over to him to say, «That was a fine reading and prayer, preacher. But my buddies and I figured we’d better let you know, the fresh graves are over the next hill. What you just laid to rest there was our new septic tank.»