It was the funeral of the wife’s mother yesterday.
At the graveside I broke down in tears.
“Thought you didn’t like her?” the wife whispered.
“I didn’t. But seeing her being buried reminds me of what happens to most of my jokes”.
It was the funeral of the wife’s mother yesterday.
At the graveside I broke down in tears.
“Thought you didn’t like her?” the wife whispered.
“I didn’t. But seeing her being buried reminds me of what happens to most of my jokes”.