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A man had just placed some flowers on the grave of his dearly departed mother and
had started back toward his car when his attention was diverted to another man who
was kneeling at a grave.

This man seemed to be praying with profound intensity and kept repeating, "Why did
you have to die? Why did you have to die?"

The first man 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 mourner took a moment to collect himself, then replied, "My wife's first husband."

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