Waste

[Guest guest]

As the old man lies dying in the bedroom, out in the parlour the family

discusses funeral arrangements.

Son Gary says, "We'll make a real big thing out of it. We'll have 500

people. We'll order 50 limos."

Daughter Grace says, "Why do you want to waste money like that? We'll have

the family and may be a few friends. One limo just for us."

They proceed.

Grandson Jeff says, "We'll have lots of flowers. We'll surround him with

doxens of roses and lilies."

Daughter Alice says, "What a waste! We'll have a little bouquet, that's

fine."

Suddenly, the vioce of the old man is heard, wafting weakly from the

bedroom, "Why don't you get me my pants? I'll walk to the cemetery.