The Irish Funeral
It was in Dublin.
A man was leaving a convenience store with his
morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral
procession approaching the nearby cemetery. A black
hearse was followed by a second black hearse about 50
feet behind the first one. Behind 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 man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully
approached the man walking the dog and said:
"I am so sorry for your loss, and this may be a bad
time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral
like this. Whose funeral is it, now?"
"Sure, and it's me wife's."
"What in Blarney happened to her?"
"I was coming home from tippin' a few with the boys. She yelled at me and me dog attacked and killed her. Went right for the jugular."
He inquired further, "But who's in the second hearse?"
The man answered, "That would be me mother-in-law. She was trying to help me wife when the dog turned on her. Dispatched 'er right away, he did."
A very poignant and touching moment of brotherhood
and silence passed between the two men.
"And is that the dog?"
"Sure, it be the very one."
"Could ye by any chance lend 'im to me?"
The man replied, "Go ahead and get in line."
