Nasruddin was attempting to console his dying wife in every possible way.
The woman opened her eyes and said. “It is certain that this night will be my last. I shall not see the sun again. Nasruddin, how will you take my death?“
“How will I take your death? I will go mad.“
Serious as her condition was, the woman could not repress a smile. “Ah, you cunning fellow,” she said. “I know you. You won’t stay unmarried for even a month after my death.“
“What do you mean? “said Nasruddin indignantly. “Of course I will go mad – but I won’t go that mad.“