The Proposal

They were rowing on the lake when he popped the question.

“Will you marry me, Daphne? We’re perfect for each other. We love sports, the cinema. Chablis.”

Daphne smiled her million dollar smile.

“Of course, Ralph. You mean the world to me.”

Ralph pulled out the diamond ring from his pocket. The two-carat flawless blue diamond shone so brightly you could see it from outer space.

As he placed it gently upon on her finger, Daphne turned serious.

“I have to tell you something, Ralph. I’ve been engaged before. But only very briefly.”

“Who was the guy?” Ralph asked, a little shocked.

“The guys, you mean,” she said. “There was Peter, Fred, Charlie, Chris and a Jewish boy named Joshua. You’re number six.”

“What happened to them?” Ralph murmured, stunned.

“I’m a collector.”

“A what?”

“I collect engagement rings. I must say that yours is right up there with the best.”

“What happened to them?” he repeated. “What….”

“Oh, they all drowned.”

As she spoke, Ralph saw the oar about to come down on his head. The very last thing he noticed was that Daphne had been wearing her life jacket.