Six retired Jewish mates were playing poker in the condo clubhouse
when Meyer loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and
drops dead at the table.
Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five continue
playing, but standing up.
At the end of the game, Finklestein looks around and asks,
"So, who's gonna tell his wife?"
They cut the cards.
Goldberg picks the low card and has to carry the news.
They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, and don't make a bad
situation any worse.
"Discreet? I'm the most discreet person you'll ever meet.
Discretion is my middle name. Leave it to me."
Goldberg goes over to the Meyer's condo and knocks on the door.
The wife answers through the door, and asks him what he wants?
Goldberg declares, "Your husband just lost $500 in a poker game,
and is afraid to come home and face you."
"Tell him to drop dead!" yells the wife.
“I'll go tell him,” answers Goldberg.
