A man was walking past a graveyard

[J. S. Bach]

and heard sobbing and a very sad voice saying "Why? Why? Why did you have to die?" He followed the sobbing into the graveyard and saw a man draped over a gravestone, crying his eyes out. The gravestone had a man's name on it. He walked up and said to the man: "I'm sorry for your loss. Was it your brother?" The other man just shook his head and carried on weeping."Oh, was it your father?" he asked. Shake of the head again. "Son?" No. "Uncle?" Well, he must have been very close to you." The man stopped sobbing. "Not really," he replied. "He was my wife's first husband."