When Mr.. Wilkins answered the door late in the evening
one day after he'd lost his wife scuba diving, he was
greeted by two grim-faced policemen. "We're sorry
to call on you at this hour, Mr. Wilkins, but we have
some information about your wife."
"Well...tell me!" he demanded.
The policeman said, "We have some bad news, some pretty
good news, and some really great news. Which do you want
to hear first?"
Fearing the worse, Mr. Wilkins said, "Give me the
bad news first."
So the policeman said, "I'm sorry to tell you sir,
but we found your wife's body this morning in San Francisco
"OH MY GOD!," said Mr. Wilkins, overcome by emotion.
Then, remembering what the policeman had said, he asked, "What's
the good news?"
"Well," said the policeman, "When we pulled
her up she had two five-pound lobsters and a dozen good
size Dungeoness crabs on her."
"Huh?" he said, not understanding. "So,
what's the great news?"
The policeman smiled, licked his chops, and said, "We're
going to pull her up again tomorrow morning."