Driving home today, I was stopped at a light and saw two hearses come through the intersection ahead of me. I thought that was a bit odd, but didn't think too much of it, until I saw, following the hearses, a somber guy walking a dog, and a couple dozen men trailing him. All were pretty clearly following the hearses. Well, I just had to know what was going on, so I followed them. When they got to the cemetary, I couldn't help myself...I went up to the guy walking the dog, and asked him was was going on. "Well, that's my wife in the first hearse." he said. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. If you don't mind my asking, what happened?" "My dog bit her, and she died." "Oh that's too bad," I said. "And the second hearse?" "My mother in law," he said. "Same thing." I thought a bit, and asked "Can I borrow your dog?" "Get in line."