April 13, 2018
April 17, 2018
Take some Robitussin if you’re “coffin” too much.
It’s not the cough that carries you off. It’s the coffin they carry you off in.
Reminds me of when I told my wife that I didn’t want to be kept alive by being plugged into something, so the next time I caught a cold, she unplugged my electric blanket.
Take your wife, please?
But, but, I’m claustrophobic …get me OUTTA HERRRRRRE
Ask if they have a return policy?
just donate your body to science, no cost
Maybe it needs a good shot of Fabreese ? Previously used?
Reminds me of the crazy old hypochondriac, Mrs. Snow, in Pollyanna
This will be posted in most mortuaries today
You’re getting a little too eager to see me go. I keep telling you it’s just a cold.
He decided he wanted to be cremated instead of buried. His wife made an appointment for next Thursday.
Don’t get the one made of satin; Satin doesn’t breathe.
Someone’s in a hurry.
In the basement of the funeral home, looking at coffins for my step-father. The family is leaning towards a lovely cherrywood box. Matches dad’s piano.
I look at the somber mortician and say “Okay, open it up, I need to lay down.” He looked up in surprise and before he could open his mouth I said “He’s gonna be in there a long time. I have to make sure its comfortable.”
My sister was mortified (nyuck nyuck). Mom had to bite her own hand to keep from laughing. You can tell where I get my sense of humor from.