That was good. I worked in Funeral Service for three years, and most jokes about that profession are pretty predictable.
A cardiologist died and was given an elaborate funeral, all of his hospital colleagues attended.
A huge heart covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service. Following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket rolled inside. The heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever. There wasn’t a dry eye in the audience.
At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter, causing puzzled and dirty looks to be directed his way.
When confronted later, he said, “I’m sorry, I was just thinking of my own funeral... I’m a gynecologist.”
Listening to this, the Proctologist colleague fainted.