Six retired Floridians were playing poker in the condo clubhouse when Meyerwitz loses $500 on a single hand.
He clutches his chest, makes a very strange sound and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five continue playing standing up.
Finklestein looks around and asks, “So, who’s gonna tell his wife?”
They cut the cards. Goldberg picks the two of clubs so he has to carry the news. They tell him to be discreet, to be gentle, don’t make a bad situation any worse. 
“Discreet? He says – I’m the most discreet person you’ll ever meet, discretion is my middle name, just you leave this to me!” 
So Goldberg goes over to the Meyerwitz apartment and knocks on the door. The wife answers through the door and asks what he wants? Goldberg declares:
“Your husband just lost $500 in a poker game and is afraid to come home.”
“Tell him to drop dead!” yells the wife.
“I’ll go tell him.” says Goldberg.