Stocking Tops

I caught a glimpse of my girlfriend’s stocking tops as she crossed her legs. So I whispered in her ear, “We know how this ends, so let’s leave now before the final curtain. I’ve got plans for you.”

She said, “We can’t, it would be rude to get up and walk out.”

I said, “Of course we can.”

She said, “Dave, it’s your wife’s funeral.”