Bennet Cerf relates ths touchng story abt a bus that was b*mping along a back road n d South. In one seat a wipsy old man sat holding a bunch of fresh flowers. Across d aisle was a young girl whose eyes came back again and again 2 d man's flowerss. D time came 4 d old man 2 get off. Impulsively he trust d flowers n2 d girls lap. 'i can see u luv d flowers, he xplained, ' and i think my wife wud lyk 4 u 2 have them. I'll tell her i gave them 2 u.' d girl accepted d flowers, then watchd d old man get off d bus and wa£k through d gate of a small cemetery.