In a small town in the Old Country, the Rabbi died. His widow, the rebbetzin, was so disconsolate, the people of the town decided she ought to get married again, but the town was so small the only eligible bachelor was the town butcher.
The poor rebbetzin was somewhat dismayed, because she had been wed to a scholar, and the butcher had no great formal education. However, she was lonely, so she agreed and they were married.
After the marriage, Friday came. She went to the mikvah (a Jewish ritual bath to get rid of impurities). Then she went home to prepare to light the candles. The butcher leaned over to her and said, "My mother told me that after the mikvah and before lighting the candles, it's a mitzvah (good deed) to have sex." So they did.
She lit the candles. He leaned over again and said, "My father told me that after lighting the candles it's good to have sex." So they did.
They went to bed after prayers to get ready for Shabbos. When they awoke, he said to her, "My grandmother said before you go to the synagogue it's a mitzvah to have sex." So they did.
After praying all morning, they came home to rest and again he whispered in her ear, "My grandfather says after praying it's a mitzvah to have sex." So they did.
On Sunday she went out to shop for food and met a friend, who asked, "Nu, so how is the new husband?"
She replied, "Well, he is no scholar; but he comes from a wonderful family."
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