Showing posts with label funeral. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funeral. Show all posts

Friday, April 26, 2013

Category: Mother-In-Law

NOT AN ENJOYABLE OCCASION
With her last breath the terminally sick woman asked of her husband:
“I want you to give me your word, my dear, that you and my mother will make up and you will walk side-by-side after my coffin at my funeral.”
Huffily the husband grumbled:
“I promise, I promise, but I must confess, that I will not enjoy this funeral very much.” 
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Thursday, August 16, 2012

Category: Marital Bliss
SURE SIGN
As with many funerals, it was a cloudy, rainy day. The deceased was a little old lady who had devoted her entire married life to fussing at her poor husband. When the graveside service had no more than terminated, there was a tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by a distant lightning bolt.
The little ol' man looked at the pastor and calmly said:
"Well, she's there!"

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Monday, April 30, 2012

Category: Mother-In-Law

SELLER'S MARKET

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One of Green’s horses kicked his mother-in-law and the old lady died of her injuries. Many people came to her funeral, even from the surrounding villages.
“What a crowd!” - wondered Green’s friend, - “was your mother-in-law so well loved?”
“Hell, no, they just want to buy the horse.”

Monday, November 28, 2011

Category: Sporting World

A REAL FAN
"Bob received a free ticket to the Super Bowl from his company. When he arrived at the stadium, he realized that his seat was in the last row, in the far upper corner of the stadium. About halfway through the first quarter, he noticed an empty seat 10 rows off the field, right on the 50-yard line. He decided to take a chance and made his way through the stadium to the empty seat. As he sat down, he asked the gentleman sitting next to him:
“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?”
The man said no. Now, very excited to be in such a great seat for the game, Bob again inquired of the man next to him:
“This is incredible! Who in their right mind would have a seat like this at the Super Bowl and not use it?”
The man replied:
“Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Super Bowl we haven't attended together since we got married in 1967.”
“Well, that's really sad,” - said Bob, - “but still, couldn't you find someone to take the seat? A relative or close friend?”
“No,” - answered the man, - “they're all at the funeral.”

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Sunday, October 23, 2011

Category: Mother-In-Law

SELLER'S MARKET

One of Green’s horses kicked his mother-in-law and the old lady died of her injuries. Many people came to her funeral, even from the surrounding villages.
“What a crowd!” - wondered Green’s friend, - “was your mother-in-law so well loved?”
“Hell, no, they just want to buy the horse.”
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Friday, September 30, 2011

Category: Marital Bliss

HE SAID - SHE SAID

Priest said: “I don't think you will ever find another man like your late husband.”
She said: “Who's gonna look?”

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He said: “Let's go out and have some fun tonight.”
She said: “Okay, but if you get home before I do, leave the hallway light on.”

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He said: “Why don't you tell me when you have an orgasm?”
She said: “I would, but you said not to call you at work.”

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He said: “I don't know why you wear a bra; you've got nothing to put in it.”
She said: “You wear pants don't you?”

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He said: “.Shall we try swapping positions tonight?”
She said: “That's a good idea - you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa.”

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Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Category: Mother-In-Law NOT AN ENJOYABLE OCCASION

With her last breath the terminally sick woman asked of her husband:

“I want you to give me your word, my dear, that you and my mother will make up and you will walk side-by-side after my coffin at my funeral.”

Huffily the husband grumbled:

“I promise, I promise, but I must confess, that I will not enjoy this funeral very much.”

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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Category: C'est la Vie THE IRISH VIRGIN

In a tiny village on the Irish coast lived an old lady, a virgin and very proud of it. Sensing that her final days were rapidly approaching and desiring to make sure everything was in proper order when she dies, she went to the town's undertaker (who also happened to be the local postal clerk) to make proper "final" arrangements. As a last wish, she informed the undertaker that she wanted the following inscription engraved on her tombstone:

"BORN A VIRGIN, LIVED AS A VIRGIN, DIED A VIRGIN"

Not long after, the old maid died peacefully.

A few days after the funeral, as the undertaker/postal clerk went to prepare the tombstone that the lady had requested, it became quite apparent that the tombstone that she had selected was much too small for the wording that she had chosen. He thought long and hard about how he could fulfill the old maid's final request, considering the very limited space available on the small piece of stone.

For days, he agonized over the dilemma. But finally his experience as a postal worker allowed him to come up with what he thought was the appropriate solution to the problem. The virgin's tombstone was finally completed and duly engraved and it read as follows:

"RETURNED UNOPENED"

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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Category: Doctors and Patients LAST WORDS

An elderly man became very ill and a priest was called out to administer the last sacrament. All the family assembled around the bed, but before the priest could utter a word, the sick man suddenly started to rattle and using sign language asked to be given some paper and a writing utensil. The priest gave him a block of paper and a pen, the man with great effort scribbled something on it and visibly suffering, expired. Reverently, the priest put the paper into an envelope and sealed it. At the funeral, after a touching eulogy praising the virtues of the deceased, the priest said:

“Dear mourners! During his last moments our brother wrote down a few lines, which I would like to read to you now.”

He opened the envelope and started reading:

“Father! You are standing on my oxygen bottle hose!”

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Friday, May 22, 2009

Category: Mother-in-Law SELLER'S MARKET

One of Green’s horses kicked his mother-in-law and the old lady died of her injuries. Many people came to her funeral, even from the surrounding villages.

“What a crowd!” - wondered Green’s friend, - “was your mother-in-law so well loved?”

“Hell, no, they just want to buy the horse.”

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