A Mormon girl gets married at sixteen (not unusual in Utah) and has five children by her first husband, who dies at age 30. She remarries and has seven children by her second husband. When she's fifty, she passes away. At the funeral, Father O'Toole, an acquaintance of the family, shows up at the funeral, which is open-casket. He looks in on her while her fifth son stands nearby. "Ah," he says. "They're together at last." The son looks at him quizzically. "I don't understand, Father. Do you mean her first husband, or her second husband?" The priest looks up and says "I meant her legs!"