The governor of a certain state decided to pay a visit to the state mental institution.

The superintendent of the institution was giving him a tour, starting on the first floor, with the mildest cases, with the worse vases progressing up to the fourth floor, where lived the most difficult people.

On the first floor, the governor visited a room where one poor fellow was sitting and constantly rocking in a rocking chair, staring blankly ahead.  That's all he did, while continuously muttering, "Lulu, Lulu, Lulu, Lulu...." and on and on, all day, day after day, week after week.  Back and forth, hour after hour, all his waking hours, muttering, "Lulu, Lulu, Lulu, Lulu...."

The governor asked what was the man's problem.  The superintendent replied, "He had planned to be married, but his fiance, Lulu, changed her mind and dumped him at the last minute, and he has been in this condition ever since."

They finally made their way up to the fourth floor, with the worst cases.  The most serious cases were in padded cells down at the far end of the hall.  The governor visited a man in the very last padded cell.  He was incessantly banging his head against the wall, screaming to the top of his lungs, "LULU, LULU, LULU, LULU!!!!!"  This went on and on.  "LULU, LULU, LULU, LULU!!!!!"

Shocked and saddened, the governor asked, "My goodness, what's the matter with this poor fellow?"

The superintendent replied, "He married Lulu."
 
 

(Told by Pastor John Hagee.)