The local judge had died and Nasruddin, much to his surprise, was invited to the funeral.
"I don't understand why I've received an invitation," said Nasruddin. "and I don't know what to do. After all, the judge hated me. And, to be honest, I hated him too. It's probably best if I don't go."
"What's past is past," said his wife. "You should go to the funeral."
"I'm not sure," said Nasruddin doubtfully. "What if his ghost rises up out of the casket to berate me? I'm not sure how we would ever persuade him to get back in."
Inspired by: The World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #120 in the book.
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