Six retired Floridians were playing poker in their condo clubhouse when Miller lost $500 on a single hand, clutched his chest, and dropped dead at the table.
Showing respect for their fallen friend, the other five continued playing, standing up.
Jones looked around and asked, "So, who's going to tell his wife?"
They drew straws, and Smith picked the short one. They told him to be discreet, gentle, and to avoid making the situation worse.
"Discreet? I'm the most discreet person you'll ever meet.
Discretion is my middle name, leave it to me," Smith said.
He went over to Miller's apartment and knocked on the door.
The wife
answered and asked what he wanted.
Smith replied, "Your husband just lost $500 in our poker game, and he's afraid to come home."
"Tell him to drop dead!" the wife said.
"I'll go tell him," Smith responded
