'Silly that you are, they are on your back, of course,' answered the woman.
'Are they?' said he.
'They are,' said she, 'and make haste lest the burying be ended before you get there.'
Then off he went, running hard, and when the mourners saw a man coming towards them with nothing on but his nightshirt, they forgot in their fright what they were there for, and fled to hide themselves. And the naked man stood alone at the head of the coffin.
Very soon a man came out of the wood and spoke to him.
'Do you know me?'
'Not I,' answered the naked man. 'I do not know you.'
'But why are you naked?' asked the first man.
'Am I naked? My wife told me that I had all my clothes on,' answered he.
'And my wife told me that I myself was dead,' said the man in the coffin.