Eighty two year old Sister Croakster called her home teachers for an emergency blessing, crying, "I think my husband is having a heart attack!"
When the home teachers arrived there it was too late and Brother Croakster had died.
While consoling the wife one of the home teachers noticed that the bed was a mess. He asked the distraught woman what symptoms her husband had suffered and if anything had precipitated the heart attack.
Sister Croakster replied, "Well, we had our gaments half off and we were in the bed making love and he started moaning, groaning, thrashing about the bed, panting, and sweating. I thought he was coming, but I guess he was going.
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