A young widow would come to her husband’s grave every week to water the flowers.

A young widow would come to her husband’s grave weekly to water the flowers. Then, every time, she would walk away with her back turned. A young man who had been observing her for a long time said to her:

“I see that you have shown exceptional respect to your deceased husband. I noticed that you don’t turn your back when you leave, which is very beautiful!”

“Well, sir, my husband always used to tell me that I have a behind that could raise the dead from their graves. I don’t want to take any chances!”

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