Misplaced Sympathy

A beggar knocked on Mulla Nasrudin's door and asked for a piece of bread. Mulla’s daughter opened the door and said, "We don't have any." "Do you have any fruit?" the beggar asked. "No," she replied. "How about a pinch of salt?" "Nope." "A glass of water?" "Not a drop." The beggar paused and asked, "Where is your mother?" The daughter replied, "She went to a relative's house to offer her condolences for a funeral." The beggar shook his head and said: "Lady, judging by the state of this house, she’s in the wrong place. The relatives should be coming here to offer condolences to you!"