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Cremation
Minutes before the cremation, the undertaker
quietly sat down next to the grieving widow.
"How old was your husband?" he asked.
"He was ninety-eight," she answered softly.
"Two years younger than I am."
"Really?" the undertaker said thinking out loud.
"Hardly worth going home, wouldn't you say?"
Squish Date 04/09/2002
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