The second husband sighed heavily and said,
“You think that’s bad? My wife came home with a ribbon that said, ‘From all of us at the Fire Department, we’ll never forget you.’“
There was a long silence.
Then the first husband burst out laughing so hard he nearly dropped the phone.
“You’re joking!”
“I wish I was,” the second husband replied. “And that’s not even the worst part.”
“What could possibly be worse than that?”
“My eight-year-old son saw it before I did. He looked at the ribbon, looked at his mother, and asked, ‘Mom… whose funeral did you steal?'”
The first husband could barely breathe from laughing.
“So what did she say?”
“She shrugged and said, ‘It was an emergency.'”
The two men agreed there would be no more girls’ nights for a while.
That evening, when the wives found out about the phone call, they couldn’t stop laughing either.
One finally admitted, “We weren’t exactly making our best decisions.”
The other added, “In our defense, it was dark, we had no tissues, and we never imagined anyone would notice.”
Her husband pointed at the ribbon still lying on the kitchen table.
“‘We’ll never forget you’ is pretty hard to miss.”
Everyone laughed, the ribbon was quietly returned to the cemetery with a fresh bouquet and an apology, and the story became family folklore—retold at every reunion, though never without someone laughing so hard they had to wipe away tears.
