All his life Harry wanted to visit New Orleans, but each time he pleaded his case, his wife refused. Theirs was not the happiest of marriages, and over the years, Harry grew tired of begging her. He finally decided to pack his things and go to New Orleans. Upon arrival,
Harry became reborn, wandering the French Quarter, eating the Cajun food, listening to the sounds and seeing the sights. Sitting in a sidewalk cafe, having a beer, he watched a most unusual sight. A big black hearse, covered with flowers, slowly drove through the streets,
followed by a well-dressed man and his St. Bernard, "Max". Behind the man and his dog, a single-file line of men formed a procession that went on for miles, seemingly endless. Curiosity overcame Harry, for this custom was surely a part of New Orleans, and he had waited all his life
to fully experience all of it. He approached the man and his dog, and politely asked the nature of this procession. It was explained that the hearse contained the man's wife, and that Max had recently attacked and killed her. "I'm so sorry for you" said Harry, when he remembered his
miserable wife back home. "When this is over, do you think I could borrow your dog?" "Sure, get in line", came the reply........
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