A man placed some flowers on the grave of his departed mother and started 
back for his car, parked on the cemetery road. His attention was diverted 
to a man kneeling at a grave. The man seemed to be praying with profound 
intensity, and kept repeating, "Why did you die? Why did you die?" The 
first man approached him and said,
"Sir, I don't want to interfere with your private grief, but this 
demonstration of hurt and pain is more than I've ever seen before. For 
whom do you mourn so deeply? Your Child? A parent? Who, may I ask, lies in 
that grave?"
The mourner answered, "My wife's first husband! ... Why did you die? Why 
did you die?"