"Second wife? Mazel tov! I didn’t know you remarried.

 Sadly, slowly, Micha

el Cohen entered the synagogue.

He trudged into the secretary’s office and sighed, "Shmulik, I’m here."

He sat down. "I have to make arrangements for my wife’s burial.

"Cohen!" exclaimed Shmulik. "Don’t you remember?" We buried your darling wife two years ago!"

Mr Cohen nodded. "I remember, I remember. That was my first wife. I’m here about my second."

"Second wife? Mazel tov! I didn’t know you remarried.