A man was crying over a grave and repeating,
Why did you have to die?
Another man approached him and said,
Sir, I dont wish to interfere with your private grief
but for whom do you mourn so deeply?
Your child?
Your parent?
The mourner took a moment to collect himself,
then replied,
My wifes first husband.
Today is a day of celebration. Why?
Because, years ago on the same day,
GOD sent me my flesh and bone conscience.
Wishing my friendly inner voice a very happy birthday.
