Dilbert stands at a woman's door and asks, "Are you Widow Johnson . . . Uh, I mean 'Missus' Johnson?" Dilbert says, "I'm afraid your husband was devoured by the automatic denture invention we were building." Dilbert continues, "Some day we'll look back at this and laugh." The woman looks shocked.
Smokin' Jim "I'll see if the errors are coming from the compiler or...uh-oh." "Code Red! I'm losing him! Bring the containment suit, stat!" click click click "He'll be highly productive for another hour. Then we'll notify the widow."
Alice: Ted's widow asked us to spread his ashes around the office because he loved his job. Wally: I'll do it. Alice: You didn't like Ted. Wally: Was that a requirement? Alice: Don't let anyone see you flush it.
