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A man was leaving a café 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. Behind the second hearse was a solitary man walking a pit bulldog on a leash. Behind him was a line of about 200 men or more walking in single file. The man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached the man walking the dog, "I am so sorry for your loss, and I know now this is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?" The man replied, "Well, that first hearse is for my wife."
"What happened to her?" The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."
He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second hearse?" The man 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 passes between the two men. "Can I borrow the dog?" "Get in line."
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