A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up
to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I
would like to buy some cyanide."
The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?"
The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband."
The pharmacist's eyes got big and he explained, "Lord have mercy!
I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband, that's against the
law? I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All
kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have
any cyanide!"
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her
husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife.
The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "You didn't tell
me you had a prescription."

I've always believed that murder is the preferable method. It's quicker, cheaper, and the guilt is about the same.

It's referred to "The Spenard Divorce" up here!

Think of all the money you spend getting rid of a wife as paying for long term entertainment.
Both of my ex's have made themselves a miserable existence, not to mention they both bear more then a passing resemblance to Jabba the Hut.
More importantly I didn't have to do anything other then get out of the way.

Jim