When their great-uncle Thomas died at the age of 92, Jack and Paddy were surprised to find that they were mentioned in his will.  In addition to the cool swag that they would inherit, they were honoured with the duty of Uncle Tommy’s burial.

Peaceful resting place“As a sea faring man since I was big enough to stand in a boat,” his will proclaimed, “I would like to have a proper burial at sea.  I wish that my great-nephews carry out this honour for me.  Do me proud, lads!”

The boys hearts had swelled with pride as these words were read in the company of the family.  All eyes had turned to them with admiration and even a little jealousy on the part of cousin George.

So, on this fine July morning the lads pushed their dingy with Uncle Tommy’s remains out into the surf and began to head out to sea.  The seagulls called and the waves rolled — it was a fine day to be afloat.

After 10 minutes or so Jack tossed the anchor.  “See if this will do,” he told Paddy.

Paddy jumped overboard and they discovered that the water was not even up to his waist.  “That’ll never do!”

Paddy climbed back aboard and the rowed for another 10 minutes.  Jack tossed the anchor again and this time he jumped over the side.  The water was up to his neck, so he climbed back in the boat.

“We need to keep going,” he said.  So they rowed for another 10 minutes.

“We must be deep enough,” said Paddy.  “I’ll check this time.”

Paddy jumped into the rolling sea and disappeared from view.  This was looking good.  Jack waited … and waited … and waited.  He was actually starting to get worried when Paddy broke the surface with a gasp.

“This is plenty deep enough,” he spluttered.  “Toss me the shovel.”