Maybe I’m a bit twisted, but I’m remembering an old joke.
Two widows were sitting at the hairdressers, talking about their husbands’ funerals.
One was going on about how nice everything was, and how much it cost - $50,000.
The other said, “that’s nothing. My husband’s funeral cost $100,000, so far.”
“So far?”
“We buried him in a rented tux.”
I don’t get the joke.
But then, I haven’t had my morning caffeine pills yet.