A man visiting a bordello was warmly greeted by the proprietress.
After an exchange of pleasantries, the client said,
'And by the way, how is your hasband Bruce?'
'Oh, ' she answered sadly. ' He died about six months ago.'
'I'm sorry to hear that,' said the client. 'He was one of the greatest pimps I ever met.'
'Thank you,' answered the madam. 'Isn't that just like life.
A man has to die before somebody says anything nice about him.'
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