…are sitting at the top of this building site eating their lunch, the first one opens his box and says, ‘Oh God, not Peanut butter again. If I get peanut butter again I’m going to jump off here and kill myself.’ The second opens his box and says, ‘Oh God not marmite, I hate marmite, if I get it again I’m going to jump off here and kill myself.’ The third man opens his box and says, ‘Oh no not Tuna fish again, I hate it! If I get this again, I’m going to kill myself as well.’
The next day during their lunch break the first man opens his box, sure enough inside was peanut butter sandwiches, so he jumps of the building and kills himself. The second man opens his box and, yup, marmite sandwiches so he jumps off and kills himself. The third man opens his box and low and behold, Tuna fish sandwiches, so he jumps off and kills himself.
At the funeral, the priest walked around to talk to the wives about why they thought their husbands didn’t like their sandwiches. The first one said through tears, ‘I didn’t know, he should have said he didn’t like peanut butter.’ The second one said through tears, ‘I didn’t know my husband didn’t like marmite, I would have given him something else.’ The wife of the third man said, ‘I don’t know, he makes his own bloody sandwiches!’
