The church was crowded to overflowing as people gathered for the funeral of a well-known and much beloved gentleman. Just before the service started, a friend of the family quietly asked the widow " May I say a word during the service?"
"Yes, of course" she replied.
At the appropriate time the friend went up and stood before the gathering. After a few moments, he said "Plethora" and returned toward his seat.
The widow motioned him over and said "Thank you, that means a lot."

Yuck, yuck, yuck.

My new favorite joke.

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*throws a tomato*

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