Two old ladies were talking at a coffee morning one day, when one old lady passed a comment aboout the locket that her friend was wearing around her neck.
Gladys: “I suppose you carry a momento of some sort in that locket of yours?”
Lilian: “Yes, it’s a lock of my husband’s hair.”
Gladys: “But your husband is still alive.”
Lilian: “I know, but his hair is gone.”
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