A husband is advised by a psychiatrist to assert himself. "You don't have to
let your wife henpeck you. Go home and show her you are the boss."

Of course, the husband takes the doctor's advice. He rushes home, slams
the door, shakes his fist in his wife's face, and growls, "From now on, you're
taking orders from me. I want my supper right now, and when you get it on
the table, go upstairs, and lay out my best clothes.

Tonight, I'm going out with the boys and you are going to stay at home where
you belong. And another thing... Do you know who's going to comb my hair,
adjust my pants, and then tie my bow tie?"

"I certainly do," says his wife calmly. "The undertaker."