Wrong Gathering. Right Business Opportunity
A small rural town is holding a f*n*ral. A crowd of men gathers, all dressed in black, standing solemnly around a c*ff*n.
A priest leans toward the grieving son-in-law.
Priest: “Your mother-in-law must have been deeply loved… so many people came to pay respects.”
The son-in-law slowly shakes his head.
Son-in-law: “Yeah… that’s not why they’re here.”
The priest frowns.
Priest: “What do you mean?”
The son-in-law gestures toward the back of the crowd.
All the men are whispering, not looking at the c*ff*n… but staring at something else.
A donkey tied near the barn.
The priest blinks.
Priest: “Then why are they here?”
The son-in-law sighs.
A beat.
💀 FINAL PUNCHLINE
“They’re not here for the f*n*ral… they’re here to buy the donkey that started it.”
