A Little Humor

So I'm cleaning out my inbox this evening - nearly five thousand emails is a little much - and ran across this joke a friend sent me a bit ago. Once upon a time, jokes were my thing. I grew up watching Welcome Back Kotter (John Travolta was such a dolt) mainly for Kotter's jokes. Until recently I read the comics on line every single day. My friends could rely on me to send funny stories and jokes their way. In college? I was the one who cut comics from the paper and gave them to people, or posted them inside the bathroom stall doors, switching them out regularly.

I don't do any of that anymore. I think there's something wrong with that. With me. There's hope, though. I didn't smock for over a year, yet here I am, smocking again. So as a way of tickling my own funny bone, I present you with the joke my friend forwarded. Thanks, Robert!

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A man who just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.

The Blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing

The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the Blonde mortician a blank check and says, "I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing."

The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly.

She says to the mortician, "Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied. You did an excellent job and I'm very grateful. How much did you spend?"

To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank check.
"There's no charge," she says.

"No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!" she says.

"Honestly, ma'am," the blonde says, "it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice."

"So I just switched the heads."

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See? I used to live for that! Hope it made you smile. Not gag.

Until I write again ...

Flea