Steve,
Bob and Jeff are all working on some
very high scaffolding. Suddenly,
Steve falls off and is killed
instantly. After the ambulance leaves with
Steve’s body, Bob and Jeff
realise they’ll have to inform his wife.
Bob says he’s good with
this sort of sensitive stuff, so he volunteers
to do it. After two
hours, he returns carrying a six-pack of beer.
“So, did you tell
her?” Asks Jeff. “Yep.” Replies Bob. “Hey, where did
you get the
six-pack?” “She gave it to me.” “What?!” Exclaims
Jeff. “You just told
her that her husband died, and she gave you a
six-pack?!” “Sure.
When she answered the door, I asked her whether she was
Steve’s
widow. ‘Widow?’ She said. ‘No, no..I’m not a widow. You
must be
mistaken.’ So I said, ‘I’ll bet you a six-pack you
are!'”