As with a lot of funerals, it was a cloudy, misty day. The deceased was a little old lady who had devoted her entire life married life to tormenting and fussing at her poor husband. When the graveside service ended, there was a tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by a giant bolt of lightening and then more rolling thunder.
The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said........"Well, she's there".
The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said........"Well, she's there".