I recently went to the cemetary to put flowers on my fathers grave. As I stood there remembering the good times with him, I observed a man kneeling facing a headstone. The man was sobbing almost uncontrolably, and saying why, why did you have to go so soon. I thought mabybe I could console him so I approched him. Putting my hand on his shoulder I said I am sorry for your loss, he must have been a dear friend. He looked at me with tear filled eyes and said, never met the man, he was my wifes first husband.

 

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  • Bet there might be a lot more to that story......LOL

    • Gets ya to wonder why she needs all that rat poison she bought last week....

  • LMAO!!!

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