Three construction workers on the seventy-fifth floor of an unfinished building take a break for lunch.

The dark-haired man opens his lunchbox to find a pasta meal, and says,

“Man, if I get pasta one more time I am going to jump off this building and fall to my death!”

The redhead opens his lunchbox to find salad and says,

“Man, if I get salad one more time I am going to jump off this building and fall to my death!”

The blonde opens his lunchbox to find a cheeseburger and says,

“Man, if I get a cheeseburger one more time I’m going to jump off this building and fall to my death!”

The next day, they all get the same thing in their lunchboxes, and they jump to their deaths.

That weekend at the funeral, the brunette and the redhead’s wives explain, sobbing,

“I would have fixed him something else for lunch, but he never told me!”

And as the two wives stare at the blonde’s wife, they both ask why she isn’t sadder about her husband’s death.

To which she replies, “Don’t look at me, he packs his own lunch.”