One fall day, Dave was out raking leaves when he noticed a hearse
going down the street, followed by another hearse, followed by a
man walking solemnly along, followed by a dog, and then about 200
men walking in single file.

Intrigued, Dave went up to the man following the second hearse and
asked who was in the first one. “My wife,” the man replied.

“I’m sorry,” said Dave. “What happened to her?”
“My dog bit her and she died.”

Dave was taken aback. “And who’s in the second hearse?”
“My mother-in-law. My dog bit her too and she died as well.”

Dave asked, “Can I borrow your dog?”
“Get in line.”