Six retired Jewish Floridian fellows were playing poker in the condo clubhouse when Meyer loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and drops dead at the table.

Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five continue playing, but standing up.

At the end of the game, Finklestein looks around and asks, "So, who's gonna tell his wife?"

They cut the cards. Goldberg picks the low card and has to carry the news. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse.

"Discreet? I'm the most discreet person you'll ever meet. Discretion is my middle name. Leave it to me."

Goldberg goes over to the Meyer's condo and knocks on the door. The wife responds without opening the door, "What do you want?"

Goldberg declares: "Your husband just lost $500 in a poker game and is afraid to come home."

"Tell him to drop dead!" yells the wife.

"I'll go tell him." says Goldberg.

Another Good One!!

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, About 40 years ago I was doing an A.C. service call at Gold's Dept. Store in Georgetown. Now Harry Gold, even though he had a wait staff liked to wait on the customers himself. I got to witness this hilarious event when a one-legged man came in + wanted to buy a shoe. Now, remember that they come in pairs but the guy didn't need 2, only one. From there on it sounded like an Abbot+ Costello skit. The banter went back + forth. I couldn't get any work done I was laughing so hard.