Well…Chapter 11 kind of lacked a punch line and all, so I figured we needed to move onto a brighter note. I've uploaded this joke, told to me by my dad, who was told it by some guy at his work. I have no idea who made it up, but that doesn't make it less amusing :)
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It was a bright and sunny day, perfect for a spot of sparring on the practice courts. Jonathan and Raoul put on their shiny-plated armour, grabbed their swords, and soon the practice courts were filled with the sound of steel upon steel.
Shortly, however, the noise stopped. A long funeral procession was marching along in the distance. Six men were carrying a coffin adorned with flowers. Upon seeing this, Jonathan stopped mock fighting with Raoul. He sank to his knees on the ground and clasped his hands in a respectful prayer. He placed his sword to one side, and stood up, before removing his helmet and bowing deeply.
Raoul was very moved. "You know what, my old friend?" he said, "What you just did was one of the most sensitive and thoughtful gestures that I have ever seen in my entire life."
Jonathan shrugged at him. "Well, we were married for fifty years."