At the cemetery.
Posted: Jan 9th, '11, 20:54
George placed some flowers on the grave of his dearly departed mother and as he started back toward his car, his attention was diverted to this biker kneeling at a grave nearby. The biker seemed to be praying with profound intensity and George could not miss the rivers of tears cascading down his cheeks. The biker also kept sobbing and repeating, 'Why did you have to die? Why did you have to die?" George 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 biker took a moment to collect himself, and then replied, 'My wife's first husband"
