The richest man in town dies. Many, many mourners come to his funeral.

Among them, the rabbi notices Mendy, a poor tailor, crying as if his heart is shattered.

"I see how difficult this is for you, Mendy. Were you closely related to the deceased?"

"No," says Mendy, choking back a sob. "I wasn't related at all!"

"But then why do you weep?"

"That's why!" 


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Image: Sholem Alecheim's funeral in New York City, 1916, via WikiCommons