Six Jewish retirees were playing poker in the Condo clubhouse when Meyerowitz lost $500 on a single hand, clutched his chest and slumped over, dead at the table.
Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five completed their playing time standing.
Finkelstein then considered his four friends, and asked, "Now then, who is going to tell the wife?"
They drew straws, and Goldberg, always the loser, came up short.
They encouraged him to be gentle, discreet, and not to make a bad situation any worse than it already was.
"Gentlemen! Discreet? I'm the most discreet mensch you will ever meet. Discretion is my middle name, leave it to me."
Goldberg schlepped over to the Meyerowitz apartment, knocked on the door, tipped his hat to the wife and declared, "Your husband just lost $500, and he’s afraid to come home."
She hollers, "TELL HIM HE SHOULD DROP DEAD!"
Goldberg says, "Alright, I'll tell him."