A woman was talking a shortcut through a cemetery when she spotted a man sobbing uncontrollably beside a grave.
“Why did you have to go?” he cried. “Why, oh why?”
The woman put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I don’t wish to intrude on your grief, but I’m so sorry for your loss. Is this your wife’s grave?”
“No,” sniffled the man. “It’s her first husband’s.”