Poker Game
Six retired Floridians were playing poker in the condo clubhouse when Goldberg 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 standing up.
Moskowitz looks around and asks, 'So, who's gonna tell his wife?'
They cut the cards. Finklestein picks the two of clubs 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.'
So Finklestein goes to the Goldberg unit and knocks on the door Mrs, Goldberg yells from behind the door, 'What do you want?'
Finklestein declares: 'Your husband just lost $500 in a poker game and is afraid to come home. He needs more money.'
'Tell him to drop dead!' yells the wife.
'I'll go tell him,' says Finklestein.
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