Mullah Nasrudin was walking with his son when a funeral procession came by.
The mullah’s son pointed to the coffin and asked him, “What is in that box?”
Nasrudin replied, “A man, my son.”
The son continued, “Where are they taking him, father, and why are they so sad?”
“They are sad because they take him to a place where there is no food, no drink, no bread, no water, no fire, no gold, no carpet, not even a small rug,” said Nasrudin.
The son answered, “They must be taking him to our house.”