Funeral Procession
My friend, her sister and I were driving in the procession to the cemetery for the funeral of a distant relative.
"Since we don't really know anybody, do you want to head on home?" the driver asked.
When the sister nodded, he made a right turn.
We had gotten about a quarter of a mile down the road when the driver happened to look in the rear-view mirror. The rest of the procession was still following us!
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