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!"