Cemetery
A man placed some flowers on the grave of his departed
mother and started back for his car, parked on the
cemetery road. His attention was diverted to a man
kneeling at a grave.
The man seemed to be praying with profound intensity, and
kept repeating, "Why did you die? Why did you die?"
The first man approached him and said, "Sir, I don't want
to interfere with your private grief, but this
demonstration of hurt and pain is more than I've ever seen
before. For whom do you mourn so deeply? Your Child? A
parent? Who, may I ask, lies in that grave?"
The mourner answered, "My wife's first husband! ... Why
did you die? Why did you die?"
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