FUNEREAL

On our second date, she wanted to go to a funeral.

"No," I said, "Don't you think that's more of a fifth date thing?"

"But the funeral's now!" she whined, "Don't you want me to meet your grandfather?"

"My great grandfather," I replied, "And it's a little late for that, don't you think?"

"A little late," she chuckled, and kissed me. "Please take me to his funeral?"

She looked so pretty, and she was already in black...

"I suppose," I said, "Since you're dying to go..."

"You, honey," she replied, "You slay me."