A DOCTOR, who had devoted his life to helping the underprivileged, lived over a liquor store in the poor section of a large city. In front of the liquor store was a sign reading Dr Williams Is Upstairs.
When he died, he had no relatives and he left no money for his burial. He had never asked for payment from anyone he had ever treated. Friends and patients scraped enough money together to bury the good doctor, but they had no money for a tomb-stone.
It appeared that his grave was going to be unmarked until someone came up with a wonderful suggestion. They took the sign from in front of the liquor store and nailed it to a post over his grave.
It made a lovely epitaph: Dr Williams Is Upstairs.