After Sunday service, the vicar greeted his congregation as they left the church. Last to leave was Martha who was obviously quite distressed.
“Martha, my dear, what’s wrong?” he asked, looking concerned.
“It’s my husband,” she replied, sobbing, “he’s dead.”
“I’m sorry to hear that!” said the vicar. “Did he say anything before he died? What were his last words?”
“Put that gun down,” she replied.