Hank was amazed at the length of the funeral procession going down Main Street. Watching awhile he observed that the cortege consisted entirely of men. It was led by a man holding a Doberman.
His curiosity got the best of him and walked up to the man at the front of the line. “Excuse me for interrupting you in your time of grief”, said Hank, politely. ” but I’ve never seen such a funeral procession. Would you mind telling me who it’s for?”
“It’s for my mother-in-law,” explained the mourner. Tightening the leash, he guestered down at the dog and said, “My Doberman here killed her.”
“Gee, that’s terrible, ” commiserated Hank, ” but hmmm….is there any way you could lend me your dog for a day or so ?”
The bereaved son-in-law pointed his thumb over his shoulder and answered, “get in line!”