As with many funerals, it was a cloudy, rainy day.
The deceased was a little old lady who had devoted her entire married life to tormenting and fussing at her poor husband.
When the graveside service had no more than terminated, there was a tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by
a giant lightning bolt and more rumbling thunder.
The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said,
"Well, she's there."
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