A woman is sat at her husband’s funeral when a man leans in and says, “Do you mind if I say a word?”
“Go right ahead,” she replies.
“Plethora,” he says.
“Thanks,” the woman smiles. “It means a lot.”
A second man also wanted to say a word. He said “Bargain”
“Thanks,” said the woman. “That means a great deal.”
A third man wanted to say a few words.
He stands and says, “Large hole in the ground.”
“Thanks,” said the woman. “I know you mean well.”
A fourth man gets up to say a word, “Contiguous.”
“Thanks,” she replied, “that’s touching.”
A fifth man stands, walks over to her and gives her a delicately wrapped bowl of chopped onions.
“Thanks,” she replied, “this brings a tear to my eye.”