As she was getting things in order, she asked her pastor to come to her house so they could prepare her funeral service. They discussed the songs to be sung, the scripture to be read, and which outfit she wanted to be buried in along with her favorite Bible.
As the pastor was preparing to leave, the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. “There’s one more thing!” she said excitedly.
“This is very important. I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”
The pastor stood looking at the woman, no knowing quite what to say. Finally, in confusion, he said, “Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request.”
The woman explained, “In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, “Keep your fork.” It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming, like velvety chocolate cake or deep dish apple pie.”
“So I want people to see me in my casket with a fork in my hand, and I want them to wonder about it. And I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork- the best is yet to come.”