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 fussing and bitching at her poor husband.

When the graveside service had no more than terminated, there was a tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by a distant lightning bolt and more rumbling thunder.

The little old husband looked at the preacher and calmly said, "Well, I guess she's there."