As with many funerals, it was a cloudy, rainy day.The deceased was a little old lady who had devoted her entire married life to fussing, nagging and give a very hard time to her poor husband.When the graveside service had no more than just terminated, there was a tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by a distant lightning bolt and more rumbling thunder.
The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, "Well, she's
there."
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