Three weeks after her wedding day Joanna called the
vicar who had married her.
“Reverend,” she wailed, “John and I
have had a dreadful fight!”
“Calm down, my child,” said the Reverend, “it’s not
half as bad as you think it is. Every marriage
has to have its first fight!”
“I know, I know!” said Joanna, “but what on
earth am I going to do with the body?”