A Widow, A Prostitute and a Nun

A widow, a prostitute and a nun walk into Mrs. O'Leary's Cow. Three pairs of eyes scan the crowded pub and look at one another with a nod. They each had the same thought, how sad the man in the coffin only has the three of us to honor his memory.

And the preacher said he was a good man.

Only the nun knew the man in the coffin was at the soup kitchen every day, not for a free meal but to serve the soup.

Only the widow of his best friend knew he sat at the end of the bar every night with a ginger ale in front of him as the pub's self-appointed designated driver.

Only the prostitute knew the man in the coffin paid her at night, not for her company but so she could eat without walking the streets.

From then on, when the widow served the soup to the homeless and the prostitute sat at the bar sipping ginger ale and the nun drove the prostitute to the church to sleep, all three had the same thought, how wonderful the man in the coffin has the three of us to honor his memory.