When her husband passed away, a wife put the usual death notice in the newspaper, but added that he had died of gonorrhea. Once the daily newspapers had been delivered, a good friend of the family phoned and complained bitterly: "You know very well that he died of diarrhea, not gonorrhea."
"Yes, I know that he died of diarrhea," the widow replied, "but I thought it would be better for posterity to remember him as a great lover rather than as the big shit that he really was."
"Yes, I know that he died of diarrhea," the widow replied, "but I thought it would be better for posterity to remember him as a great lover rather than as the big shit that he really was."
