This comes from my short story in progress, Divinae Bovinae.
The ex-husband outlived his unfaithful wife and all her illicit lovers. At her funeral the minister asked if anyone could offer a few words of cheer about her, not mournful, but more like a blessing. This stumped all those in the chapel who had already put on their ‘sad’ faces. After a few moments of restless silence, the ex husband stood and approached the podium. He offered this:
“You and I married
Then got a divorce,
‘Cause me, I stopped dating.
You didn’t, of course.
Somehow I survived all your cheating and messing,
You’ve gone to your grave,
And THAT is a blessing.”