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 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 prosession.
It was explained that the hearse contained the mans' 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........