Sadly, slowly, Duved Krekman entered the headquarters of the Lantsmon’s Philanthropic League. He trudged into the office of the Executive Secretary and sighed, “Glaser, I’m here.” He sat down. “I have to make arrangements for the League to bury my wife.”
“Krekman!” exclaimed Mr. Glaser. “Don’t you remember? We buried your darling wife two years ago!”
Mr. Krekman nodded. “I remember, I remember. That was my first wife. I’m here about my second.”
Second? Mazel tov! I didn’t know you remarried.”