Funny Story

I never met my mother's father, he died of a heart attack 6 months before I was born. However, I guess that he was quite the character, and not always in a good way. In fact, not USUALLY in a good way.

Anyway, one story that persists is of one of the funniest things I've heard.

My grandpa was very tall, very thin, with kind of sunken eyes and pure white hair in every picture I've seen of him (of which there are few, I think). He worked for the city of Menasha for most of his life and on one particular fall day his job was to dig a grave in a cemetary and have it ready for the 10am service to be held.

So he began digging, by himself at about 5 am, working in his trousers and white undershirt. After a while, when the grave was pretty deep, deep enough that he couldn't be seen in it when he was bent over digging, he was curious about what time it was. It was beginning to be morning and the cemetary was covered in a light fog. So my boney, white-haired, dark-circled eyed grandfather in a white undershirt (now with some dirt on it) pops his head up over the edge of the grave and shouts to a man passing on a bicycle "HEY! Do you know what time it is?!"

He says that the man's eyes popped out of his head and he's never seen someone pedal away so fast in his life. Can you blame him? He probably thought my grandpa had just risen from the dead or something. Haha.