So John walked up to the man at the front of the line and politely
said, "Excuse me for interrupting you in your time of grief, but I've
never seen such a funeral procession, in my life. Would you mind telling me who
it's for?" T the mourner explained, "It's for my mother-in-law. My dog
here killed her."
John then commiserated, "Oh, that's terrible. But
please pardon me for asking at this time. Is there any way you could lend me
your dog for a day or so?" And the bereaved son-in-law pointed his thumb
over his shoulder and answered, "You have to get in line."
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