Intermarriage

My good friends, Henry Cohen's parents, were not happy that he was not married by the age of 30,and they kept telling him so. I asked him about it several times, and he told me that he wanted to please his parents, but that he simply couldn't meet any nice girls. Finally, largely out of desperation, he married a goyish prostitute.

His new wife's friends worried because she had stopped showing up at her regular street corner. But then one evening she appeared, in lovely and stylish new clothing and fancy jewelry. Naturally, the friends were curious, and so she told them how she had married a nice Jewish boy.

"What about his parents?" they asked. She answered, "They love me. After Henry told them about us, they had a party every evening for a week. They call it Shiva."