Three sailors agreed that they would be buried at sea and whoever was left would officiate. Sure enough Salty died and his two friends arranged to meet the following week-end to bury him. They rowed out about fifty yards and Albert got out but the water was too shallow. They rowed another fifty yards and Albert got out again. This time the sea was up to his neck.
Fred shouted, “That’ll do.” Then he handed him a spade.