A small tourist hotel was all abuzz about an afternoon wedding where the groom
was 95 years old and the bride was 23. The groom looked pretty feeble and the
feeling was that the wedding night might kill him, because his bride was a
healthy, vivacious young woman.
But lo and behold, the next morning, the bride came down the main staircase
slowly, step by step, hanging onto the banister for dear life.
She finally managed to get to the counter of the little shop in the hotel. The
clerk looked really concerned, "Whatever happened to you, honey? You look like
you've been wrestling an alligator!"
The bride groaned, hung on to the counter and managed to speak, "Ohhh God! He
told me he'd been saving up for 75 years, and I thought he meant his money!!"