After his wife was buried, a man refused to leave the cemetery.
Instead, he sat beside her grave, furiously fanning the fresh dirt with a handheld fan.
His friends and neighbors tried to convince him to go home.
“Come on, buddy. It’s getting late. She’s at peace now. Let’s go.”
But the man kept fanning.
Faster.
And faster.
Finally, one friend asked,
“Why are you working so hard to dry the grave?”
The man sighed.
“I’ve accepted that she’s gone…”
Everyone nodded sympathetically.
Then he added,
“But before she died, she made me promise, ‘Don’t get married again until my grave is completely dry!’”
Everyone stared at him.
He looked at the grave and turned the fan up to maximum speed.
“So I’m just trying to help things along!”
His friend shook his head.
“Buddy, you’re not grieving…”
“You’re racing the clock!”
