An old farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully.

From morning till night (and sometimes later) she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his mule. He plowed a lot.

One day while plowing, His wife bought him lunch in the field.

He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump and began to eat his lunch. Immediately his wife began haranguing him again. Complain, nag, nag, it just went on and on.

All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet, caught her square in the head and killed her dead on the spot.

At the funeral, the minister noticed something odd. When a woman would approach the grieving farmer, he would listen awhile and start nodding his head. When a man would approach, he would listen and shake his head in disagreement.

This happened so consistently, the minister decided to ask the farmer about it.

The old farmer said " Well the women would come up and say something nice about how nice his poor wife looked in her new dress and all. I would agree and thank them. All the men wanted to know was if the mule was for sale."