The day after a woman lost her husband in a scuba diving accident, she was greeted by two grim-faced policemen at her door. "We're sorry to call on you at this hour, Mrs. Watkins, but we have some information about your husband." "Please! Tell me," the woman said. The policeman said, "We have some bad news, some good news and some really great news. Which do you want to hear first?" Fearing the worst, Mrs. Watkins said, "Oh, give me the bad news first." So the policeman said, "I'm sorry to tell you, ma'am, but this morning we found your husband's body in San Francisco Bay." "Oh my god!" said Mrs. Watkins, overcome by emotion. Then, remembering what the policeman had said, she asked, "What's the good news?" "Well," said the policeman, "When we pulled him up he had two five pound lobsters and a dozen good size Dungeoness crabs on him." "If that's the good news than what's the great news?" Mrs. Watkins implored. The policeman said, "We're going to pull him up again tomorrow morning."