A man placed some flowers on the grave of
his dearly departed mother and started back toward his car when his attention was diverted
to a lady kneeling at a grave.
The lady seemed to be praying with profound
intensity and kept repeating, "Why did you have to die? Why did you have
to die?"
The first man approached her and
said, "Mam, I don't wish to interfere with your private grief, but this
demonstration of pain is more than I've ever seen before. For whom do you mourn so deeply?
A child? A parent?"
The mourner took a moment to collect
herself, then replied, "My husband's first wife."