An **80-year-old man named Arthur** married a beautiful **25-year-old woman**.
The wedding was a huge celebration, and everyone was amazed that Arthur seemed happier than he’d been in years.
The next morning, Arthur walked into the hotel breakfast buffet whistling cheerfully.
He looked energetic.
Relaxed.
And surprisingly refreshed.
His best friend, who was also in his 80s, stared at him in disbelief.
He pulled Arthur aside and whispered:
“My God, Arthur! You’re 80 years old!”
“How on earth did you survive your wedding night with a bride that young?”
“Weren’t you worried about your heart?”
Arthur calmly picked up a cup of coffee.
He smiled.
Then said:
**”My doctor told me to treat my heart like an antique… so I put it somewhere safe and went straight to sleep.”**
His friend nearly spit out his coffee.
Arthur chuckled.
“At our age, my friend, the secret isn’t stamina.”
“It’s knowing when to say…”
**”Good night.”**
