The Funeral

Leaving a cafe with his morning cup of coffee, a man notices an unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery. Moving up the street slowly is a black hearse, followed closely behind by a second black hearse. Behind this, with head bowed, walks a solitary man walking a pit bull on a leash. Behind him are about 200 men walking single file.

Curiosity getting the better of him, the man respectfully approaches the man walking the dog.
“I know this is a bad time,” he says to the mourner. “But I’ve never seen a funeral like this. Who’s passed away?”

The bereaved looks up. “Well, that first hearse is for my wife.”

“What happened to her?” the man asks.

The funeral-goer looks down at his pitbull. “My dog attacked and killed her.”

“Well, who is in the second hearse?”

“My mother-in-law,” the man answers. “She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned on her.”

There’s a moment of silence. “Could I borrow that dog?” says the first man, finally. The mourner looks at him.

“Get in line.”