After placing some flowers on his mother’s grave the man started walking back to the cemetery gate, where he has left his car. On the way, he noticed a man kneeling before one of the graves, praying with devotion:
“Why did you have to die, why did you have to die?”
Our man went over to the mourner and addressed him:
“Sir, I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I must tell you that I’ve never seen such immense pain as you exhibited in your prayers. Whom are you mourning so deeply? A child? Your parents? May I respectfully inquire who is it who is buried here?”
The mourner raised his tear-speckled face and in a broken voice answered:
“My wife’s first husband. Oh, why did he have to die, why, why?”
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