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The Funeral
A man was leaving a convenience store with his morning coffee when
he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby
cemetery.
A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse
about 50 feet behind the first one. Behind the second hearse was a
solitary man walking a dog on a leash.
Behind him, a short distance back, were about 200 men walking
single file.
The man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached
the man walking the dog and said, "I am so sorry for your loss, and
I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a
funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?"
"My wife's."
"What happened to her?"
The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."
He inquired further, "But who is in the second hearse?"
The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife
when the dog turned on her."
A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passed between the two men.
"Can I borrow the dog?"
"Get in line."
A man was leaving a convenience store with his morning coffee when
he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby
cemetery.
A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse
about 50 feet behind the first one. Behind the second hearse was a
solitary man walking a dog on a leash.
Behind him, a short distance back, were about 200 men walking
single file.
The man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached
the man walking the dog and said, "I am so sorry for your loss, and
I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a
funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?"
"My wife's."
"What happened to her?"
The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."
He inquired further, "But who is in the second hearse?"
The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife
when the dog turned on her."
A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passed between the two men.
"Can I borrow the dog?"
"Get in line."
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