The cemetery caretaker noticed a woman wandering around the property, crying. He approached her and asked her what was wrong.
Through her tears, she said, "I buried my husband here last week and now, I can't find his grave."
He said, "Ma'am, I've worked here ever since this cemetery first opened. I know the location of every grave. If you'll tell me what your husband's name is, I will find his grave for you."
She said, "His name is Harry Webster."
So off he went, repeating the name "Harry Webster" to himself, and after a few minutes, he returned.
"Ma'am," he said, "I don't know how to tell you, but there is no Harry Webster buried in this cemetery. The only Webster we have here is Edna Webster, and she's buried right over there."
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "that's he" -- we always put everything in my name."
Sonja Beach, a frequent contributor to Lighten up with Laughter, the most popular blog of Hugh's News, "the electronic flagship of communications serving IPHC Ministries and the Body of Christ worldwide."