Humour

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I met a guy at a funeral home, the conversation went something like this, how’s life, dead, you make much money here, you can bet your life on it, how much do you make more less, we make a killing, how many people you think are dead in this particular Cemetery, all of them, I heard one of your buddies passed away not long ago, why didn’t you go to his funeral, why should I go to his funeral, he’s not coming to mine, anything else, yes, when I die, if you happen to be at my funeral, don’t be surprised if I ignore you.