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Tja

A man had placed some flowers on the grave of his dearly departed mother and started back toward his car when his attention was diverted to another man kneeling at a grave. The man 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 was deeply moved by such an outpouring of grief. He approached the man on his knees and said, "Sir, 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 tooka moment to collect himself, then replied through his sobs, "My wife's first husband."

Beatrice 17.07.2004, 09.49

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1. von Detlef

das is ja schon fast schwarzer humor. ;o)

vom 17.07.2004, 17.49

Hallo und willkommen auf meinem Gedankensprudler. Seit 2002 fuehre ich dieses Blog, das prall gefuellt ist, mit allem was mir Freude bereitet, mich bewegt und inspiriert - frei nach dem Motto "Life is about using the whole box of crayons".

Ich freue mich auf deine Buchung eines Happy Painting! Malkurses!

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