The insurance agent was having quite an easy time selling Mrs. Jones insurance on her husband’s life. In fact he thought it was too easy.
When all the details were finalized Mrs. Jones casually asked, “Now if my husband should die tomorrow what would I get?”
“That would depend entirely,” the insurance man replied, “on how the evidence is presented to the jury.”
No matter how stupid you feel, remember Little Red Riding Hood couldn’t figure out a talking wolf in drag wasn’t her grandmother.