"What is that?" he asked.
"That is a funeral procession," Nasruddin explained. "There is a dead person in the casket."
"And where are they taking the casket?" asked the boy.
"They are taking it to a place of darkness without food or drink, without silver or gold, without comfort, without hope..." replied Nasruddin mournfully.
"I don't understand," said the little boy. "Do you mean they are taking him to our house?"
Inspired by: Mulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 43 of the book.