Luck of the Fraw

> Six old Jewish guys were playing poker in Goldstein's apartment
> when Schwartz loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and
> drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother,
> the other five continue playing standing up.
>
> Weinstein looks around and asks, "Someone's got to tell Schwartz's
> wife. Who will it be?"
>
> They draw straws. Goldstein picks the short one. They tell him to
> be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse.
>
> "Discreet?" Goldstein says, "I'm the most discreet Jew you'll ever
> meet. Discretion is my middle name. Leave it to me."
>
> Goldstein goes over to Schwartz's house and knocks on the door.
> Mrs. Schwartz answers, and asks what he wants.
>
> Goldstein declares, "Your husband just lost $500, and is afraid to
> come home."
>
> "Tell the putz to drop dead!", says Mrs. Schwartz.
>
> "I'll go tell him." says Goldstein.