A lovely woman was caring for his dying husband for more than three months, while none of his relatives helped her coz the man was suffering severe dirrhoea. Finally the man passed away. All near relatives knew that the man died of dirrhoea, but the woman was saying and insisting that his man died of gonorrhea. "Why you say he died of gono while in fact he died of cholera?", asked Jack, an intimate friend. "I prefer that he's remembered as graet fuc*er than a big shit-ter"