Mona Reston was sitting in court, on trial for the murder of her third husband.

The courtroom was packed. Everyone in town had heard the rumors about Mona’s unlucky marriages, and now they were eager to hear the truth.

The district attorney stood up, adjusted his glasses, and began questioning her.

“Mrs. Reston,” he said, “let’s start with your first husband. How exactly did he die?”

Mona folded her hands neatly in her lap.

“He died of mushroom poisoning,” she said calmly.

The prosecutor nodded slowly. “I see. And your second husband?”

Mona sighed. “Poor man. He died of mushroom poisoning, too.”

A murmur spread through the courtroom.

The district attorney raised an eyebrow. “That’s quite a coincidence, Mrs. Reston.”

“Yes,” Mona replied. “Very unfortunate.”

The prosecutor walked closer to the witness stand.

“Now, let’s talk about your third husband. How did he die?”

Mona looked down for a moment, then said, “He died of a fractured skull.”

The courtroom went silent.

The district attorney leaned forward.

“A fractured skull?” he asked. “And why did that happen?”

Mona hesitated, then answered,

“He didn’t particularly like mushrooms.”