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 at her poor husband. When the graveside service had no more than terminated , there was a tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by a distant lightning bolt.
The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said , " Well , she's there " .
Blessed Sunday to you :) !
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