unusual funeral procession
Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 5:00 pm
A man was leaving the local shop, with his morning paper, when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery. One black hearse was followed by a second hearse about 50feet further back.
Following 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 shopper couldn't control his curiosity. He respectfully approached the man walking the dog, saying:
"I am so sorry for your loss, and this may be a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral procession like this. Whose funeral is it?"
"My wife's,” replied the dog owner.
''I’m really sorry to hear that. What happened to her?"
"She yelled at me and my dog attacked and killed her."
The shopper pressed further, "But who is in the second hearse?"
"My mother-in-law,” The man answered. “She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned on her."
A very poignant, touching moment of silence and brotherhood passed between the two men.
"I don’t suppose I could borrow the dog?" the shopper asked tentatively.
"No problem,” the widower replied. “Just get in line."
Following 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 shopper couldn't control his curiosity. He respectfully approached the man walking the dog, saying:
"I am so sorry for your loss, and this may be a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral procession like this. Whose funeral is it?"
"My wife's,” replied the dog owner.
''I’m really sorry to hear that. What happened to her?"
"She yelled at me and my dog attacked and killed her."
The shopper pressed further, "But who is in the second hearse?"
"My mother-in-law,” The man answered. “She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned on her."
A very poignant, touching moment of silence and brotherhood passed between the two men.
"I don’t suppose I could borrow the dog?" the shopper asked tentatively.
"No problem,” the widower replied. “Just get in line."