Bill's Dying Words...
Thu Jan 12, 2006 7:39 am
Bill was a good man, a man of faith, honour, integrity. However, Bill had recently come down with a terrible illness. Though the doctor's believed he would pull through, they couldn't say with any degree of certainty.
Understanding this, Bill requested the local priest came down and said a prayer for him. The priest agreed almost instantly and headed down to the hospital where Bill was located.
Half way through a loving prayer, the priest notices Bill flapping his arms around and signalling for a pen and paper. Reaching across to the bedside table, the priest handed Bill a small pad and blue pen.
Bill hastily scribbled something on the paper and handed it to the priest, however, before the priest could open the note, Bill sadly passed away.
A week later, the funeral for Bill was had. A large crowd had come to the funeral, and, being the only one in the room when Bill died, the priest felt it was his duty to be the first to speak about Bill.
Getting up, he approached the lectern and began his speech.
"Bill was a man of faith, he was cherished by all, had no true enemies, a loving husband, a caring father. He will be truely missed."
Realising he still had the note in his pocket, the priest pulled out the small piece of paper.
"Before he died, Bill handed this to me. I haven't had a chance to read it personally, but knowing Bill, his final words will be those of wisdom, so I shall share them here...
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Help! You're kneeling on my oxygen tube!"
Understanding this, Bill requested the local priest came down and said a prayer for him. The priest agreed almost instantly and headed down to the hospital where Bill was located.
Half way through a loving prayer, the priest notices Bill flapping his arms around and signalling for a pen and paper. Reaching across to the bedside table, the priest handed Bill a small pad and blue pen.
Bill hastily scribbled something on the paper and handed it to the priest, however, before the priest could open the note, Bill sadly passed away.
A week later, the funeral for Bill was had. A large crowd had come to the funeral, and, being the only one in the room when Bill died, the priest felt it was his duty to be the first to speak about Bill.
Getting up, he approached the lectern and began his speech.
"Bill was a man of faith, he was cherished by all, had no true enemies, a loving husband, a caring father. He will be truely missed."
Realising he still had the note in his pocket, the priest pulled out the small piece of paper.
"Before he died, Bill handed this to me. I haven't had a chance to read it personally, but knowing Bill, his final words will be those of wisdom, so I shall share them here...
...
...
...
Help! You're kneeling on my oxygen tube!"
Thu Jan 12, 2006 7:56 am
XD 
Wish I was at the funeral.
Wish I was at the funeral.
Fri Jan 13, 2006 8:06 pm
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! This site seriously disrupts my attention in Journalism class!
Mon Feb 20, 2006 11:55 pm
XDDDDD One word. Funny.
Tue Feb 21, 2006 1:57 am
That is aweful. I grinned, but that is not right.
Thu Feb 23, 2006 1:38 am
The thought of it is funny, but kneeling on an oxygen tube won't cut off the oxygen supply, trust me.
Thu Feb 23, 2006 1:44 am
That's wrong, but it's so funny.
Thu Feb 23, 2006 2:26 am
You left out his last name. *hinthint*
But anyways, that's wrong, but it's funny.
But anyways, that's wrong, but it's funny.