By the time they had verified both miracles, filed the proper paperwork, declared him to have lived a heroically virtuous life, and subsequently canonized him as Saint, the pickings were slim regarding patronages.
“How about ‘Patron Saint of Bakers?'”
“Taken,” said the clerk.
“Bar tenders?”
The clerk shook his head.
“Bee keepers?”
The clerk sighed. “I have an idea.” He scribbled a note. “Take this to Abbot Anthony down the hall.”
And that, as it turns out, is how Bob ended up holding the shovel one moonlit night for Left-handed Louie, Gravedigger, Queen of Heaven Cemetery. Unfortunately for Bob, he was the answer to Louie’s prayers.
