“We know you’ve lost your donkey, Nasruddin,” said his neighbours, worried that he’d been moping for too long. “But why are you so much more upset about it than you were about the loss of your first wife?”
“If you remember,” replied Mullah, “When I lost my wife you all said, ‘Don’t grieve for too long, we’ll find you someone else.’ But so far, nobody has offered to find me a new donkey!”
Oiling a Rusty Mind 