Sam met his friend Morris on the street.
"Morris," he said, "I haven't seen you in years. You look terrible - what's
happened?"
"You won't believe," said Morris.
I got married three times in the last three years and buried three wives!"
"How terrible, Morris, how
tragic," Sam said. "What happened?"
"Three years ago, I married this rich
widow, and she died a month later after eating poison mushrooms. A year later, I met this
wealthy divorcee, and she died a month after we married, again from poison mushrooms. Then
last year, I married again, and a month later, she died."
"Don't tell me," Sam said.
"Poison mushrooms."
"No, a fractured skull," said
Morris. "She wouldn't eat the poison mushrooms."
