Long ago in the old west an exceedingly rich rancher had passed to his reward. Just before the services, it was learned that he had willed half of his fortune to the local church, and the other half to his relatives.
At the cemetery, the preacher noticed that, among the finely-dressed mourners was a shabby drifter who cried as though his heart would break.
"I noticed you weeping," began the parson. "Were you related to the deceased?"
"No, I ain't related at all," replied the drifter, as he wiped his eyes, "never met the fellow."
"Then why do you weep?"
"I just told you, preacher ... because I ain't related."