Steve, Bob and Jeff are all working on some very high scaffolding. Suddenly, Steve falls off and is killed instantly. After the ambulance leaves with Steve’s body, Bob and Jeff realise they’ll have to inform his wife. Bob says he’s good with this sort of sensitive stuff, so he volunteers to do it. After two hours, he returns carrying a six-pack of beer. “So, did you tell her?

” Asks Jeff. “Yep.” Replies Bob. “Hey, where did you get the six-pack?

” “She gave it to me.” “What?

!” Exclaims Jeff. “You just told her that her husband died, and she gave you a six-pack?

!” “Sure. When she answered the door, I asked her whether she was Steve’s widow. ‘Widow?

‘ She said. ‘No, no..I’m not a widow. You must be mistaken.’ So I said, ‘I’ll bet you a six-pack you are!'”