An American Indian comes back to the Reservation to visit with his parents after spending some time in New York. He says to his father that he’s fallen in love with a nice Jewish girl. His father is mortified and says, “You’re betraying your heritage and you’ll break your mother’s heart that you’re not marrying a nice Indian girl. You know how Jews are, they’ll feel the same way and you’ll be ostracized in both camps.”
The son reassures his father, “Don’t worry. They must have already accepted the situation because they have already given their daughter an Indian name.”
“Really?” says the father. “What name?”
The son answers, “Sitting Shiva.”