A Jewish Poker Game

    Six Jewish gentlemen were playing poker in the condo clubhouse when Meyerowitz loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table.  Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five complete their playing time standing up.

    When the game is over, Finkelstein looks around and asks, “Now, who is going to tell his wife?”

    They draw straws.  Goldberg, who is always a loser, picks the short one.  They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don’t make a bad situation any worse than it is.

    “Gentlemen!  Discreet?  I’m the most discreet mensch you will ever meet.  Discretion is my middle name, leave it to me.”  Goldberg schleps over to the Meyerowitz apartment, knocks on the door.  The wife answers, asks what he wants.

    Goldberg declares, “Your husband just lost $500 in a poker game.”

    She hollers, “Tell him he should drop dead!!”

    And Goldberg says, “I’ll tell him.”

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