When this woman was diagnosed with a terminal illness and given three months to live, she called her pastor over to her house to discuss her final wishes.
Together, they planned her funeral and discussed her burial, as the woman told him what outfit she would like to wear and which of her Bibles she wished to be laid to rest with. Just as the pastor was about to leave, the woman suddenly remembered her final request.
“There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly.
“What’s that?” came the pastor’s reply.
“This is very important,” the woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”
The pastor looked at the woman, clearly very confused. “That surprises you, doesn’t it?” the woman asked.
“Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the pastor.
“In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always 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,” she explained. “Something wonderful, and with substance! So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder ‘What’s with the fork?’ Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork…the best is yet to come.”
Her explanation brought the pastor to tears of joy as he realized that this woman had an even better grip on heaven than he did.
Months later, after the woman had died, the pastor officiated her funeral. Over and over again, he heard the guests saying “What’s with the fork?” after looking at her casket.
The pastor could not help but smile to himself.