God's Problem Now.
His wife's graveside service was just barely finished, when there was a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance. The little, old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, "Well, she's there."
I'm not sure why I got such a kick out of that joke. Does that mean I'm getting old?
Don't answer that. Please.