This comes to us from a former co-worker of mine who undoubtedly lifted it from someone else (perhaps, I suppose, through the magic of the Internet, whatever that is!):
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?"
The grieving man replied, "My wife's."
"What happened to her?" asked the first man.
The other man responded, "My dog attacked and killed her."
The first man inquired further, "But who is in the second hearse?"
The man with the dog 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. Then the man with the coffee asked, "Can I borrow the dog?"
The other man gestured behind him and replied, "Get in line."
Note: This blog in no way condones violence against women! If you're offended by the contents of the preceding joke, please reverse all of the genders involved and enjoy it in that form!
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