I was 6 years old, when I attended my first funeral. When they were lowering the casket into the ground, I remembered the priest saying, "In the name of the father, in the son and in the holy ghost."
Many years after this, I always crossed and blessed my self by saying, "In the name of the father, in the son and in the hole he goes."
Many years after this, I always crossed and blessed my self by saying, "In the name of the father, in the son and in the hole he goes."