She explains that she was going to have them buried in a pet cemetery, with a really nice funeral, but that she had reconsidered, since she just couldn't bear to parted from her beloved pet monkeys, to whom she was very attached, etc., etc.
After about half an hour, the little old lady finally gets to the end of her story, and then just stands there, smiling abashedly at the taxidermist.
The taxidermist still isn't sure that the little old lady understands that he is a taxidermist, not a pet funeral home director, and that most of his customers are hunters for whom he stuffs game that they have bagged, etc., and he says, "So, do you want them mounted?"
"No, no," says the little old lady. "Just holding hands - they were only good friends."
Regards,
Bwahahahahahahah!!!! That was worth the wait! Thanks, I needed that today!