Joke of the Week
The Arrival

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 tormenting and fussing at her poor husband.

When the graveside service had no more than terminated, there was a tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by a giant lightning bolt and more rumbling thunder.

The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, "Well, she's there."