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Another one from the Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman
from way out west, on the subject of an Italian funeral...

An Irish gentleman was leaving convenience store with his espresso when
he noticed a most unusual Italian 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 Italian 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 Italian
gentleman 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 an Italian funeral
like this. Whose funeral is it?"

"My wife's."

''What happened to her?"

"She yelled at me and my dog attacked and killed her."

He inquired further, "But who is in the second hearse?"

The Italian man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my
wife when the dog turned on her."

A very poignant and touching moment of Irish and Italian brotherhood and
silence passed between the two men…

"Can I borrow the dog?"

The man replied, "Get in line."
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