A farmer had a wife who nagged him endlessly. From morning till night she was always complaining about something.
The only time he got any peace was when he was out ploughing with his old mule.
One day, out in the fields, his wife brought him lunch as usual & began nagging him again. Complain, nag, complain, nag - it just went on and on.
Suddenly, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet, catching her on the back of the head, killing her stone dead.
At the funeral several days later, the Vicar noticed something odd.
When a female mourner approached the farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a male mourner approached, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement.
After the funeral, the Vicar asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with the men.
The farmer said, 'Well, the women came up and said something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement.'
'And what about the men?' the minister asked.
'They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.'.