Funeral For a Farm Wife
An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged
him unmercifully. From morning till night (and
sometimes later), she was always complaining
about something. The only time he got any
relief was when he was out plowing with his
old mule. He tried to plow a lot. One day, when
he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch
in the field. He drove the old mule into the
shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat
his lunch.
Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again.
Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on. All
of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both
hind feet; caught her smack in the back of the
head. Killed her dead on the spot.
At the funeral several days later, the minister
noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner
would approach the old farmer, he would listen
for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but
when a man mourner approached him, he would listen
for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement.
This was so consistent, the minister decided to
ask the old farmer about it.
So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old
farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and
agreed with the women, but always shook his head
and disagreed with all the men.
The old farmer said, "Well, the women would come
up and say something about how nice my wife looked,
or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in
agreement."
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
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