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Charlie had a massive heart attack and died. His body was delivered to
the mortuary. He had been wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black
suit at the time of his demise, so he really looked wonderful, considering
the circumstances.
His wife went to the funeral home to make the final arrangements for his
interment. She spoke to the mortician about what her husband would be
wearing. The mortician pointed out that the man looked really nice in the
black suit he was wearing, and that frankly it would be easier and less
expensive to leave him dressed as he was. The woman noted that Charlie had
always looked his very best in blue, and that she really wanted him in a
blue suit for his trip to eternity. To silence the mortician’s continued
outcries, she gave him a blank check and said, “I don’t care what it
costs, but please have my husband in the very best blue suit money can buy
for the ceremony.”
The woman came back the next day for the wake. To her delight, she found
her Charlie dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe;
the suit fit him perfectly. She said 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 mortician presented her
with the blank check, indicating there was no charge for these extra
services. “No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that
exquisite blue suit!” she cried. The mortician responded, “Honestly,
ma’am, the change to the blue suit cost nothing. Funny thing, a deceased
gentleman of about your husband’s size was brought in shortly after you
left yesterday, wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she
minded him going to his grave wearing an attractive black suit. She
indicated that it made no difference, as long as he looked nice...”
“So I switched the heads.”