A man is standing on a street corner in Northern England when this strange sight of two coffins being carried followed by a long single line of fifty or sixty men, no women, came down the street. The man, who is evidently the lead mourner, has a large pitbull on a lead walking next to him.
The man was curious and shouted out to the lead mourner, dressed in black, "Excuse me Sir on your day of grief, but this is a weird sight, two coffins and a long line of male mourners. What happened?"
"No problem, the first coffin is that of my wife. My pitbull here attacked her."
"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that, and the second?"
"That is my mother in law. She intervened and the dog grabbed her by the throat."
"Oh, that is tragic."
The man thinks for a few seconds, "Sir, may I borrow your dog perhaps?"
"Back of the line with you, Back of the line!"