A man placed some flowers on the grave of his dearly departed mother and started back toward his car when his attention was diverted to another man kneeling at a grave.
The man seemed to be praying with profound intensity and kept repeating, �Why did you have to die? Why did you have to die?� The first man approached him and said, �Sir, I don�t wish to interfere with your private grief, but this demonstration of pain is more than I�ve ever seen before.
For whom do you mourn so deeply? A child? A parent?� The mourner took a moment to collect himself, then replied, �My wife�s first husband.�
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