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A man
was walking behind a hearse with a big monster on a lead. Behind them
stretched a long line of mourners.
“What
happened?” asked a passer-by.
“The monster
bit my wife, and she died of fright,” explained the man.
“Can I
borrow it?” the passer-by asked.
“Of course,”
said the man pointing behind him, “but get in the queue.”
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