When Al was gone, his grieving spouse,
A lovely lass named Mary,
Requested that the paper print
Her mate's obituary.

"Of course! What would you like to say?"
The editor replied;
So Mary thought a moment and
Then said, "Just put, 'Al died.' "

"That's all? Al died?" the editor
Responded doubtfully;
"Don't fret about the cost, my dear,
The first five words are free."

She pondered for a little while,
At first to no avail,
Then brightened up and said, "Okay!
Put, 'Al died. Boat for sale.' "

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