A German, an Italian and a Newfie are sitting on a steel girder...

...hundreds of feet above the ground, having lunch. The German opens up his lunch box and lets out a groan. "Mein Gott!" he says. "Not wiener schnitzel again! I'm so sick of wiener schnitzel, if I ever have to eat wiener schnitzel for lunch again I'm going to throw myself from this girder."

Then the Italian opens up his lunch box and lets out a cry of disgust. "Mamma mia! Rigatoni con pollo e funghi! Again! I am so sick of rigatoni con pollo e funghi, if I ever have to eat rigatoni con pollo e funghi for lunch again I'm going to throw myself from this girder."

The Newfie opens up his lunch box and lets out a cry of despair. "Don't be telling me," he says. "Seal flipper sandwich! Again! I am so sick of this bleedin' seal flipper sandwich for lunch, if I ever have seal flipper sandwich for lunch again I'll be throwing myself from this girder."

The next day they sat down on the girder for lunch and the German opens up his lunch box. "Gott verdammt," he says. "Wiener schnitzel again! I am so sick of wiener schnitzel..." and he throws himself from the girder and plummets to his death.

The Italian opens up his lunchbox and nearly screams. "Rigatoni con pollo e funghi again! I am so sick of rigatoni con pollo e funghi..." and he throws himself from the girder and plummets to his death.

The Newfie opens up his lunchbox and slaps his forehead in frustration. "Seal flipper sandwich again. I am so sick of seal flipper sandwich..." and he throws himself from the girder and plummets to his death.

At their funerals a few days later the three widows commiserate. "If only I had known," the German widow laments, "I would gladly have made him something else."

"If only he had said something to me," the Italian widow says, "I would have made him anything he wanted."

The Newfie widow looks at both of them, bewildered. "I don't understand," she says. "He makes his own lunch."