Two men were walking home after a party and decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery.
Right in the middle of the cemetery there were startled by a tap-tap-tapping noise coming from the misty shadows.
Trembling with fear, they found an old man with a hammer and chisel, chipping away at one of the headstones.

"Holy cow, Mister," one of them said after catching his breath, "You scared us half to death -- we thought you were a ghost!  What are you doing working here so late at night?"

"Those fools!"  the old man grumbled.  "They misspelled my name"

A man placed some flowers on the gave of his dearly departed mother and started back toward his car when his attention was diverted to another man kneeling at a grave.

The man seemed to be praying with profound intensity and kept repeating.

"Why did you have to die?"  Why did you have to die?"  The first man approached him and said, "Sir, I don't wish to interfere with your private grief, but his demonstration of pain is more than I've ever seen before.  For whom do you mourn so deeply? A child? A parent?

The mourner took a moment to collect himself, then replied .....
"My wife's first husband."