A man put some flowers on the grave of his departed mother and was going back to his car, parked on the cemetery side road.
His attention was diverted to a man kneeling at a grave. The man seemed to be praying with profound intensity, and kept repeating, "Why did you die? Why did you die?"
The first man went to him and said,
"Dear, I don't want to interfere with your private grief, but this demonstration of hurt and pain is more than I've ever seen before.
For whom do you feel such grief? Your Child? A parent? Who, may I ask, lies in that grave?"
The mourner answered, "My wife's first husband! ... Why did you die? Why did you die?"
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