Gladys and Wilma were both widows who hadn’t seen each other in over 20 years.
They were talking about their deceased husbands and the conversation went sorta like this.
Gladys: My husband Roy was a good man and had a good long life, but he was taken from me by cancer.
Wilma: That’s so sad.
Gladys: What happened to your husband?
Wilma: The poor man drank himself to death.
Gladys: Did he ever try AA?
Wilma: Oh no! He never got that bad….
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