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Last Thursday, there's an ambulance outside my house, in the
process of loading a body.

So, I go up to the cop at the door and say, "What's going on?"

He says, "Looks like your wife committed suicide."

I'm thinking, "Oh great. Right before the weekend."

So I go down to the morgue to identify her body, and I spend half
the day there browsing. The morgue guy pulls up the tray, pulls
back the sheet, and I said, "Yeah, that's her."

All of a sudden, he starts laughing.

I said, "What's so funny?"

Next thing I know, the lights come on, she pops up -- "Surprise!
Happy Birthday!"

I couldn't believe I fell for that two years in a row.
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