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Another one
A man was putting flowers on his Grandmother's
grave when he noticed
another man, very distraught, in front of a
tombstone several yards
away. The man was on his knees, hands tightly
clasped in front of him,
rocking back and forth, head tilted upward to
heaven, tears streaming
down his cheeks, moaning softly, "Why did you
die? Why did you die?"
Over and over again.
The first man was overcome with emotion at the
sight and went over to
the poor man to try and console him. "Why did you
die? Why did you die?"
Again and again. He gently put his arm around the
man and half whispered
to him, "My Grandmother is buried just over
there, is a loved one of
yours buried here?"
"No," sniffled the man, "It's my wife's first
husband."
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