Subject: Abundance
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Mon Apr 08 2002 - 02:56:53 EDT
"Cremation"
Minutes before the cremation, the undertaker
quietly sat down next to the grieving widow.
"How old was your husband?" he asked.
"He was ninety-eight," she answered softly.
"Two years younger than I am."
"Really?" the undertaker said thinking out loud.
"Hardly worth going home, wouldn't you say?"
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"Abundance"
Two widows were visiting in the lounge of
the Seniors' Center.
"Well," one said, "Mary has just cremated
her third husband."
"Yeah, that's the way it goes," replied the other
widow. "Some of us can't find a husband, and
others have husbands to burn!"
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