Joe and his brother had promised their Uncle, who had been a seafaring gentleman all his life, to bury him at sea when he died.
Of course, in due time, he did pass away and the brothers kept their promise.
They set off from Clearwater Beach with their uncle all stitched up in a burial bag and loaded onto their rowboat.
After a while Joe's brother says, "Do you think we're out far enough, Joe?"
Joe slipped over the side and finding the water only knee deep said, "Nope, not yet."
They row a little farther.... again, Joe's brother asks Joe, "Do you think were out far enough now?"
Joe slips over the side again and almost immediately says, "No, this will never do, the water is only up to my chest."
So on they row and row and row, and finally Joe slips over the side and disappears.
Quite a bit of time goes by and Joe's poor brother is really getting worried when suddenly Joe's head breaks the surface, gasping for breath.
"Well is it deep enough yet, Joe?!?"
Joe replies, "Yes, finally. Hand me the shovel."
