When the husband finally died his wife put the usual death notice in
the
paper, but added that he died of gonorrheae.
No sooner were the papers delivered when a friend of the family phoned
and complained bitterly, "You know very well that he died of diarrhea,
not gonorrhoea." Replied the widow, "I nursed him night and day so of
course I know he died of diarrhea, but I thought it would be better
for
posterity to remember him as a great lover rather than the big shit he
always was."
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