Augustine: My condolences on your husband's passing.
Sophia: Thank you. I've been in mourning 22 years.
Augustine: My wife's been dead 31 years. Philomena Del Nero, she was from our village.
Sophia: Is she the one whose father used to stand outside of town, drink Chianti, and play with a top all day?
Augustine: Yes. He lived with us for two years after we get married. Thank God he drank himself to death.