Category: Marital Bliss

UNBEARABLE LOSS

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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Category: Ghost Stories

SPELLING ERROR

Two men returned home on foot from a party late at night. To shorten their way, they decided to cut through the cemetery. Somewhere around the middle of the cemetery, a progressively strong hammering sound came out of the darkness. Trembling with fright they bravely continued, until they saw an old man with a hammer and chisel who was chiseling away on a gravestone. One of the men, who had regained his courage somewhat, exclaimed:

“Good Heavens, man, you almost shook us out of our shoes. We thought you were a ghost! What are you doing here in the middle of night?”

“The fools,” – mumbled the old gent half loudly, – “they misspelled my name!”

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Category: Marital Bliss UNBEARABLE LOSS

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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