The young widow went to the cemetery once a week to visit her late husband’s grave. She spent a few minutes in solemn contemplation, washed the marble headstone clean, and gently placed the flowers. For her, time seemed to stop during those moments.
She had been watched for some time by a guy who was a regular visitor to the cemetery and who cared after the graves of his own relatives. In addition to her loyalty to her husband, he was intrigued by one oddity: she never once turned around as she walked away.
When he was unable to contain himself one day, he chose to talk to the widow as she completed her customary rites and made her way to the door.
Excuse me, ma’am, but — he started slowly. — I was struck by how well you take care of your husband’s grave. It’s really heartwarming. What baffles me, though, is that you never turn around once you’ve left. Why?
He was astonished by the wise widow’s remark.
The woman gave him a small grin, looked him in the eye, and raised an eyebrow.
— Well, sir. My husband used to joke that my cock was so gorgeous and attractive that it could make the dead come back to life.
After a dramatic pause, she added, grinning mischievously:
I simply don’t want to take the chance.
After taking in what he had just heard, the man hesitated for a second before laughing out loud. He was left perplexed as the widow gave him a teasing wink and, as usual, strolled away with grace.
