One fine autumn day, Jim was out raking leaves when he noticed a hearse
slowly drive by. Following the first hearse was a second hearse, which was
followed by a man walking solemnly along, followed by a dog, and then about two
hundred men walking in single file.
Intrigued, Jim went up to the man following the second hearse and asked him
who was in the first hearse.
"My wife," the man replied.
"I'm sorry," said Jim. "What happened to her?"
"My dog bit her and she died."
Jim then asked the man who was in the second hearse.
The man replied, "My mother-in-law. My dog bit her and she died as
well."
Jim thought about this for a while. He finally asked the man, "Can I
borrow your dog?"
The man sighed, "Get in line."
