Nasruddin's house is falling apart. One day he sees a funeral procession, led by a widow saying, "You're going to where there is no light, no heat, no water, no air, no space at all." Nasruddin runs home. "Lock the door; the funeral is coming and they're going to bury him here!" he says.
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Friday, December 21, 2001
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