He was a widower and she was a widow. They had known each other for many years, having been high school classmates and attending every class reunion.

At their 60th class reunion, they shared a table with two other singles. The evening was wonderful, with the widower casting admiring glances and the widow smiling coyly back.

During one slow dance, he finally gathered the courage to ask:

Widower: “Will you marry me?”

After a few seconds of careful thought, she replied:

Widow: “Yes… yes, I will.”

The evening ended happily, but the next morning the widower grew worried. He couldn’t remember her answer.

After replaying the night in his head again and again, he finally called her.

Widower: “When I asked you to marry me, did you say yes or did you say no?”

Widow: “Why, you silly man. I said yes! Yes, I will—and I meant it with all my heart.”

The widower was overjoyed.

Widow: “And I’m so glad you called… because I couldn’t remember who asked me.”