Legs

A woman who had outlived eight husbands finally passed away.

Old friends and enemies alike gathered at her grave side and consoled or bitched with each other, as is so often the way.

“Oh well, at least they’ll be together again…” sighed of the departed’s lady friends.

“Yes,” replied a childhood friend with a sob, “But with which husband?”

“No silly,” said the snide friend, “I meant her legs.”

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Tantilazing