The funeral directors

　　The funeral directors of the mortuary where I am a receptionist were asked by a grieving family if they co uld place a golf club in the casket alongside their unc le, who had been an avid golfer. "Of course," was the a nswer. On the day of the funeral, as the pallbearers de scended the steps toward the hearse, a loud rattling an d rolling came from the coffin. "Sounds like a pinball machine," murmured one startled director. Later, a fami ly member of the deceased came to the chapel office to apologize. At the last minute, they had decided to plac e in the casket, along with the club, a half-dozen golf balls.