Decades ago, my father told me a joke that stayed with me. A woman was at the funeral parlor following the death of her beloved husband. She told the funeral director that she wanted to see the body before the service, and he took her in privately and opened the coffin.
“Oh no, no, no,” she said. “I told you to put him the blue suit, not the brown suit. This will never do.”
“No problem, madam,” the funeral director replied. “I’ll have it fixed in a jiffy.”
“How is that possible,” she cried? “The service is about to start, and you have to change his entire suit!” Continue reading
