A great fan of football is watching, on television, the last particularly exciting minutes of the Cup final when his wife questions him:
- Honey, what will it be, our next wedding anniversary?
- What? Uh ... The fiftieth.
Believing that he is leaving so well, he begins to watch the game but his wife goes on:
- Darling.
- What, again, baptism?
- I meant, what will be our wedding?
- I do not know, me. Our golden wedding, no doubt!
Moments of silence then the woman resumes:
- Darling
The husband utters a real roar:
- Grrrrr!
- How will we celebrate our sixtieth birthday in ten years?
- If I get a remission, after strangling you, said the husband, I promise you that I will go to bring you flowers on your grave on our birthday!