George, Bob and Fred are working on a very high scaffolding. Suddenly, George falls off. He is killed instantaneously.
After the ambulance leaves with George’s body, Bob and Fred realize they’ll have to inform his wife. Bob says he’s good at this sort of sensitive stuff, so he volunteers to do the job.
After two hours he returns, carrying a six-pack of beer.
“So did you tell her?” asks Fred.
“Yep”, replies Bob.
“Say, where did you get the six-pack?”
Bob informs Jeff. “She gave it to me.”
“WHAT??” exclaims Fred, “you just told her, her husband died and she gave you a six-pack??”
“Sure,” Bob says.
“WHY?” asks Fred.
“Well,” Bob continues, “when she answered the door, I asked her, ‘are you George’s widow?’ ‘Widow?’, she said, ‘no, no, you’re mistaken, I’m not a widow!’ So I said: “I’ll bet you a six-pack you ARE!'”