A widow of only a few months goes out on her first date since the death of her husband. They have a great evening but when he makes a move, she holds him back saying, “I can’t. I’m wearing black knickers because I’m still in mourning for my husband.”
They continue to date, although it never goes past a goodnight kiss at the end of the evening.
Then a few weeks later in the middle of a passionate embrace, he gets out a packet of black condoms.
“What are those for?” she asks.
“I’d like to give you my condolences!” he replies.