Six retired Floridian men were playing poker in the condo clubhouse,
When Mr. Smith 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, Mr Jones looks around and asks,
“So, who’s gonna tell his wife?”
They cut the cards. Mr Miller 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.”
Mr Miller goes over to the Smiths’ condo and knocks on the door.
Mrs Smith answers through the door and asks what he wants?
Mr Miller says:
“Your husband just lost $500 in a poker game and is really afraid to come home.”
“Tell him to drop dead!” yells the wife.
“I’ll go tell him,” says Mr Miller.
