Member Cal (who I don’t recall as being terribly sensitive) sent me this this morning. Being sensitive to your humor needs, I naturally post it post haste:

Three rednecks were working up on a cell phone tower:
Cooter, Ronnie and Donnie.
As they start their descent, Cooter slips, falls off the
tower and is killed instantly.
As the ambulance takes the body away, Ronnie says,
“Well, shucks, someone should go and tell his wife.”
Donnie says, “OK, I’m pretty good at that sensitive stuff,
I’ll do it.”
Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Budweiser.
Ronnie says, “Where did you get that beer, Donnie?”
“Cooter’s wife gave it to me,” Ronnie replies.
“That’s unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was
dead and she gave you beer?’
“Well, not exactly,” Donnie says. “When she answered the
door,  I said to her, ‘you must be Cooter’s widow.'”
She said, “You must be mistaken.  I’m not a widow.”
Then I said, “I’ll bet you a case of Budweiser you
are. “Told ya’ I was good at that sensitive stuff.