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 oder than I am.““Really?“ the undertaker said. „Hardly worth going home, wouldn’t you say?“
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