Forgive me, father, for I have provided adequate signage…

A drowned monk was found on the riverbank, a mile downstream from the bridge under repair.
A few orange cones were found in the water, too. Blown away by high winds.
The foreman pointed to the sign in the middle of the road that said BRIDGE OUT and sighed. “Reflective lettering. Visible from two hundred feet.”
The monastery sent a representative to claim the body.
When told about how his fellow priest died, the man wrote: “Father Rowan was blind.”
The foreman took off his hardhat, growled, and went up to the sign. “It’s also in Braille at the bottom.”