So, the old farmer was out plowing with his mule. It was hot and they had both worked up a good sweat. Farmer decided to take a break for a few minutes in the shade and get himself and the mule a drink. Farmer's wife was not a kind or patient soul. When she saw them resting, she marched herself right out there and told her husband all about how that field wasn't going to plow itself and he and that mule best get back to it. As she walked past the mule, she swatted him on the ass and karma being what it is, that mule kicked her in the head and killed her graveyard dead.
Three days later they had her funeral. After the funeral, the farmer and his neighbor were talking. Neighbor tells the farmer he noticed after the service every time the farmer was talking with one of the women he was always nodding his head yes and agreeing with them. Whenever he was talking with any of the men, he was shaking his head no and he (the neighbor) was wondering why. Farmer explained to him that all the women were commenting on what a wonderful woman his wife was and how sorely she would be missed. The men were asking if the mule was for sale.
Three days later they had her funeral. After the funeral, the farmer and his neighbor were talking. Neighbor tells the farmer he noticed after the service every time the farmer was talking with one of the women he was always nodding his head yes and agreeing with them. Whenever he was talking with any of the men, he was shaking his head no and he (the neighbor) was wondering why. Farmer explained to him that all the women were commenting on what a wonderful woman his wife was and how sorely she would be missed. The men were asking if the mule was for sale.
