Pecans in the cemetary

On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big old pecan tree just inside the cemetary fence.
One day, two boys filled up a bucket full of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.
"One for you, one for me. One for you and one for me, " said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence.
Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle.
As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetary.
He slowed down to investigate.
Sure enough, he heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me."
He just knew what it was.
He jumped back on his bike and rode off.
Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane hobbling along.
"Come here quick," said the boy, "You won't believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetary dividing up the souls."
The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk."
When the boy insisted, though, the man hobbled slowly to the cementary.
Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you, one for me ..."
The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been telling me the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord."
Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet we still unable to see anything.
The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. OK ... that's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done."

They say the old man made it back to town a full two minutes ahead of the boy on the bike.