The following is a story about grief. You may ask if this is a proper subject for humor, or, as Gahan Wilson remarked when he saw a parade of people reverently holding aloft an image of a big zero, “Is Nothing Sacred?” Well, let’s find out…
A man is visiting a cemetery when he notices another man weeping at what seem to be multiple graves. His curiosity gets the better of him, so he goes over and asks the man which grave holds the remains of whoever he’s mourning.
“All three of them,” the man replies. “My first, second, and third wives.”
“Oh, that’s tragic,” the visitor says. “Tell me, what did they die of?”
“My first wife ate poison mushrooms and passed away. Ironically, my second wife also ate bad mushrooms.”
“And your third wife?”
“She died from a broken skull.”
“Oh, my God – a broken skull?! How did she break her skull?”
The following is a story about grief. You may ask if this is a proper subject for humor, or, as Gahan Wilson remarked when he saw a parade of people reverently holding aloft an image of a big zero, “Is Nothing Sacred?” Well, let’s find out…
A man is visiting a cemetery when he notices another man weeping at what seem to be multiple graves. His curiosity gets the better of him, so he goes over and asks the man which grave holds the remains of whoever he’s mourning.
“All three of them,” the man replies. “My first, second, and third wives.”
“Oh, that’s tragic,” the visitor says. “Tell me, what did they die of?”
“My first wife ate poison mushrooms and passed away. Ironically, my second wife also ate bad mushrooms.”
“And your third wife?”
“She died from a broken skull.”
“Oh, my God – a broken skull?! How did she break her skull?”
“She wouldn’t eat the mushrooms.”