Hope

Milton Berle told the story of four widows who were playing cards in the retirement home they lived in. A good-looking older fellow walks in, bags under each arm. "What's a good-looking man like you doing here?" one asks.

"I'm moving in," he says.

"Oh," says another. "Where ya from?"

"I've been in the joint the last fifteen years. "

"The joint?" they ask.

"Yeah, the joint, the clink, the slammer, the state penitentiary."

"Oh," says one. "What did you do?"

"I murdered my wife. I cut her up and buried her in the back yard."

There follows a long pause, and then one of them exclaims: "Oh, so you're single!"