Malcolm had a wife named Chana, who nagged him unmercifully.
From morning until night (and sometimes later), for the 65 years they had been married, Chana was always complaining about something.
The only time he got any relief was when he was out buying and selling junk and scrap metal with his old mule. Consequently, he was out a lot.
One day, when Malcolm was negotiating a deal with another junk dealer, Chana brought him lunch. Malcolm drove the mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Chana began nagging him again.
Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet -- caught Chana smack in the back of the head, killing her dead on the spot.
At the funeral the next day, one of the Reverends noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach Malcolm, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a male mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the Reverend decided to ask his old friend about it.
After the funeral, the Reverend spoke to Malcolm and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with all the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with the men.
Malcolm said, "Well, the women would come up and say something about what a good person my wife was, or how she was such a good cook, so I'd nod my head in agreement."
"And what about the men?" the Reverend asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
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