It’s the yahrtzeit of Herman Mendelbaum’s death and his
widow decides to make a pilgrimage to the cemetery to recite a prayer
over his grave and place a small stone, as is the tradition, to show
that the deceased is remembered.
She arrives at the cemetery, but it being a while since
she had been there, she is confused and cannot find poor Herman’s grave
site. Finally, she comes across a grounds-keeper who escorts her to a
small chapel on the cemetery grounds where the records are kept. Pouring
over large maps and lists, he finally turns to the widow and says,
“I can find no record of a Herman Mendelbaum buried
here. The closest I can find is a Sadie Mendelbaum.”
“That’s him!” she exclaims. “He always put everything in
my name.”