
Six retired Floridians were playing poker in the condo clubhouse when Meyerwitz lost $500 on a single hand. He grabbed his chest and collapsed, dead right there at the table.
Out of respect for their fallen friend, the other five stood up and kept playing.
After a moment, Finkelstein looked around and said, “So… who’s going to tell his wife?”
They cut the deck. Goldberg drew the two of clubs and got stuck with the job. The others warned him to be tactful, gentle—don’t make a bad situation worse.
“Gentle?” Goldberg scoffed. “I’m the most discreet man you’ll ever meet. Discretion is my middle name. Leave it to me.”
Goldberg went to Meyerwitz’s apartment and knocked. His wife called through the door, asking what he wanted.
Goldberg said, “Your husband just lost $500 in a poker game and is too afraid to come home.”
“Tell him to drop dead!” she shouted.
“Not a problem,” Goldberg replied. “I’ll pass along the message.”
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