An elderly pair, both widowed, meet in a retirement village. Seeming to hit it off, they share each other's values, enjoy the same jokes, and find much pleasure in each other's company.

After a few months, the widower asks for the hand of the widow in marriage. She appears hesitant and decided to probe her soon-to-be a little.

"Perhaps I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but... how's your health?"

"It's OK," he answers. "I'm not getting any younger, but I don't have any major health problems and I can still enjoy life."

"Well, then," she replies. "I don't want to be a snoop, but I've got to protect myself, how are you fixed financially?"

"So-so. I'm not rich, but I'm comfortable. You don't have to worry about me sponging off you; I can easily support myself."

The little old lady blushes, and finally asks her swain, "And how's your sex life?"

"Infrequently." he declares.

The widow ponders this for a moment or so, before asking, "And is that one word or two?"
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