Beyond Dawlish

So how did the wedding go?"  I asked my workmate Akeem, on his return to  the factory today. "Not too good, actually." He replied, solemnly. "My new bride died at the reception." "What happened?" I asked. "Did she blow herself up over the gifts or something?" "Oh f...k you! F...K YOU.  How dare you say something like that about her, about me, and frankly, about Muslim culture?"  "We're not all barbarians who do such awful stuff like that - We're a tolerant and peaceful religion and deserve some damned respect." "Look, Akeem, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so prejudiced, forgive me," I grovelled.  "So how did she pass away?" "We stoned her for drinking alcohol."