A story told by an old aunt (born c1900) many years ago but I still laugh when I think about it.
She lived in a pretty remote part of the country and sang in the choir of small, rural congregation. Their organist back in the '40s and '50s was a spinster of around 45 years old who lived in a remote farmhouse with her elderly parents and basically never went out anywhere.
Then everyone was stunned by the announcement that she was engaged to be married, to a widower, much older than herself.
Before church, this unexpected news was the topic of conversation in the choir room as they prepared for the service. The minister walked, and someone said "Oh Rev. Johnston, did you hear Miss Alice is going to get married?"
To which he replied "Yes, but she's marrying a second-hand tool!"