Two women were chatting one afternoon about marriage, jealousy, and suspicious husbands.

The first woman said, “I once thought my husband was cheating on me, so I decided to surprise him. I came home early, hoping to catch him in the act.”

The second woman leaned in. “And? What happened?”

“Well,” the first woman said, “when I walked in, he was sitting alone in the den, watching television like nothing was wrong.”

The second woman raised an eyebrow. “That sounds suspicious already.”

“Exactly,” said the first. “I was sure there had to be another woman hiding somewhere.”

“So what did you do?”

“I searched the entire house. I ran upstairs, checked the bedrooms, looked under every bed, opened every closet, searched the attic, then ran down to the basement. I was furious and determined.”

“And did you find anyone?”

“No,” the first woman sighed. “I searched so hard and got so worked up that I wore myself out completely. Then I collapsed and died of a heart attack.”

The second woman shook her head sadly.

“That’s a shame,” she said.

The first woman nodded. “I know.”

Then the second woman added:

“If you had checked the freezer, we’d both still be alive.”