A man was at a grave-site sobbing in misery

A fellow was strolling by the cemetery one day and glancing over the fence noticed a man down on his knees at a gravesite pounding his fists on the stone, sobbing and muttering,

“Why did you have to die?, why, oh why did you have to die?”

The sight of this fellow in such misery really had an effect on him, so he gently walked up to the man in the cemetery, putting his arm around his shoulders, he said,

“It pains me so to see a fellow human in such a state of misery, I am so sorry for your loss.”

“Was it your wife?”, he asked.

“No”, the poor soul responded, “It was her first husband.”