It is reported that a vicar in East Yorkshire returned home to find an extra body buried in his already full churchyard.
The vicar’s words were very clear:
“There is no more space left in here,
So you cannot bring any corpse,
To bury in this part of Yorks.
I must repeat, there’s no more room,
So anyone who’s met his doom,
And recently been undertook,
Will simply have to sling his hook.”
The vicar then went on his way,
Returning on another day,
But as the graveyard he surveyed,
He saw a new grave had been made.
He looked again, he was quite cross,
Because in here he was the boss,
But in the end he didn’t know,
If he could let the matter go.
He went to see the bishop then,
Who thought a bit and said, “Amen.
This time we might turn a blind eye,
Because our God who sits on high,
Already might have counted him,
And His view might be rather dim,
If He must now give up one dead –
He might want someone else instead!”
And so our friend was left to rest,
Because the bishop acquiesced;
The clergy, it seems, got it right,
So everyone can sleep at night!