Fester and his wife are journeying through the holy land, when, through the vagaries of fate and chance, his wife drops dead one night in her sleep. Fester goes to arrange for her repatriation back home. As he handles the forms the clerk looks at him with bemusement.
"Surely sir, your wife yould've prefered to be buried in the holy land,"
Fester purses his lips. "Sure she would. But that other bollix they buried here came back three days later, and I'm not takin' that chance."
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"Surely sir, your wife yould've prefered to be buried in the holy land,"
Fester purses his lips. "Sure she would. But that other bollix they buried here came back three days later, and I'm not takin' that chance."
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