[Graybeard]

I once knew a Holy Man. His name was Nasrudin, others might know him as Nasrettin, or even Hoja. One day he was wandering in a cemetary when he stumbled and fell into an old grave.

Laying there in the cool of the earth, he began to visualise what it would be like to be dead. How would it feel. For a short while he dozed. He was awoken by a noise.

It flashed into his mind that the good and bad recording Angels of Reckoning, Munkir and Nakir, were coming for him. But it was really only a Camel Caravan passing by. In a terrible panic, he scaled the sides of the grave, ran towards the perimeter and tripped over the fence, right in front of the Caravan.

The frightened Camels stampeded and the angry Camelteers rushed upon him and thrashed him with sticks. He fled home in a distressed state.

His wife asked him what was the matter and why was he late.

"I have been dead", said Nasrudin

Interested for once, despite the many years she had been married to him, she asked,

"What was it like?"

"Not to bad at all", Nasrudin replied, "unless you upset the Camels, then they beat you with sticks"



LOL ... greg