A woman asked her pastor to stop by for a visit. Upon arrival, it didn’t take him to learn the reason—she had about six months to live. The Pastor began to say, “I’m so sorry to …” But she interrupted before he could continue, “Don’t be sorry. The Lord has been good. I’m ready to go.”
“I’d like to talk with you about my funeral.” When it seemed they had covered everything, the woman said, “There’s one more thing. When they bury me, I want my Bible in one hand and a fork in the other.”
“A fork? Why do you want to buried with a fork?” said the Pastor.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about all of the family dinners, church suppers, and special banquets that I’ve attended over the years. I can hear the words, ‘You’ll want to keep your fork,’ which meant the good stuff, like chocolate cake or cherry pie, was coming. When they told me to keep my fork, I knew that the best was yet to come.”
“So, when people walk by my casket, I want them to turn to one another and say, ‘Why the fork?’ That’s when I want you to tell them, she kept her fork because the best is yet to come.”
