An aged great-aunt, a devout lady although a popular and sylphlike beauty in her youth - died, peacefully, near Burnley. Her affectionate great-nephew, living far away in South Wales, arranged the funeral, and the erection in due course of a tasteful headstone, bearing the appropriate inscription: SHE WAS THINE chiselled in the local stone and gilded. He attended the funeral of course, but it was several months before he visited God's Own County again, and had an opportunity to see the grave permanently completed. One can imagine his reaction when he saw that it said, for all eternity to read : SHE WAS THIN although it was indeed beautifully carved. He went straight round to the monumental masons, complaining bitterly that they'd left out the E. The monumental masons were extremely apologetic, and promised to rectify their mistake with a brand new stone of the same quality, with the correct inscription. A few months later, the great-nephew visited the grave again. True to their word, they had installed a new headstone, just as beautifully chiselled and just as brightly gilded for posterity. It read : EEEE, SHE WAS THIN.
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