John had a nagging wife. Emma was the kind that stops nagging only to pick arguments, and gets irritated when peace looms.

One such afternoon, John tried to escape momentarily from his better half's constant attention and took refuge in the stable.

He was gloomily fiddling with the straw in his best horse's box, when Emma rejoined him with an unfinished argument that she wanted to fix.

As Emma passed behind the horse, John could not resist the temptation to prick - ever so slightly - the horse's balls with his fork. And KA-WHAMM-BONK! Emma died on the spot from massive cranial trauma.

At the burial, people lined to condole John. When his friend Willy's turn came, Willy asked John, puzzled:

"Why do you keep shaking your head up and down for the ladies, and left and right for the gentlemen???"

"Well... Fact is, them ladies come sobbing over my terrible loss. The men all want to know if I'd sell my horse..."