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
