Monday, April 7, 2008

Hardly Worth Going Home

Minutes before the cremation, the undertaker quietly sat down next to the grieving widow.

"How old was your husband?" he asked.

"He was ninety-eight," she answered softly. "Two years oder than I am."

"Really?" the undertaker said. "Hardly worth going home, wouldn't you say?"

Bill Gates in Purgatory
A Little Practice in the Morgue
Swallowed Razor Blade