"Drinking Buddies"

One man was downing them faster than usual when
the man on the barstool next to him said, "What's wrong?"

The man said, "I'm drinking to the memory of my wife. She
was a saint on earth. She went to church every single
morning, spent her days reading and quoting the
Scriptures, sang hymns and psalms all evening, filled
our house with religious statues and paintings, and
invited priests and nuns to dinner three times a week."

"She sounds like an angel," the second man commented,
"I suppose the good Lord took her early to Himself."

"No," the first man replied. "I strangled her."