A young woman married and had 13 children. Unfortunately, her husband then died. She soon married again
and had 7 more children. Again, her husband died. But, she remarried and this time had 5 more children. Alas, she finally
croaked.
Standing before her coffin, the preacher prayed to the Lord, thanking him for this loving woman who
fulfilled his commandment to "go forth and multiply."
In his final elegy, he noted, "Thank you, Lord, they're finally together."
Leaning over to his neighbor, one mourner asked, "Do you think he means her first, second, or third
husband?"
The other mourner replied, "I think he means her legs."
