A man walked into a mortisions home,
said he "I want a funeral for my spouse."
The mortition said "You must be sad because shes dead."
"Yes," said the man. "Every night I cry, I've been lonly' since she died."
"She was very young, you see. She filled my life with joy and glee."
"Heres the paper work," said the mortion. "When did she die?"
The man filled out the papers, and went to the door, then sneered.
"As soon as I get home, poor dear..."
Author notes
My mom did NOT die, if that's what your thinking. This is just a poem that I thought of, I thought it would be creepy.
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