I was talking to a guy in the line at the store. The conversation got around to wives, and he said he had been widowed three times. I said ”Three wives, all dead and buried?” He said ”Yes.”
“What happened to the first one?“ “Poison Mushrooms.“ “What happened to the second one?“ “Poison Mushrooms.“ “And the third?“ “Fractured skull.“ “How did that happen?“ “She wouldn’t eat the poison mushrooms.“
