Joe, the Governor’s most trusted assistant, died in his sleep one night.
The Governor had depended on Joe for advice on every subject, from pending bills to wardrobe decisions. In addition, Joe had been his closest friend.
So, it was understandable that the Governor didn’t take kindly to the droves of ambitious office seekers who wanted Joe’s job.
“They don’t even have the decency to wait until the man is buried,” the Governor muttered.
At the funeral, one eager beaver made his way to the Governor’s side.
“Governor,” the man said, “is there a chance that I could take Joe’s place?”
“Certainly,” the governor replied. “But you’d better hurry. I think the undertaker is almost finished.”
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A dinner speaker was in such a hurry
to get to his engagement that when he arrived and sat down at the head table, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten his false teeth. Turning to the man next to him he said, “I forgot my teeth.”
The man said, “No problem.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of false teeth. “Try these,” he said.
The speaker tried them. “Too loose,” he said.
The man then said, “I have another pair – try these.”
The speaker tried them and responded, “Too tight.”
The man was not taken back at all. He then said, “I have one more pair. Try them.”
The speaker said, “They fit perfectly.” With that he ate his meal and gave his speech. After the dinner meeting was over, the speaker went over to thank the man who had helped him.
“I want to thank you for coming to my aid. Where is your office? I’ve been looking for a good dentist.”
The man replied, “I’m not a dentist. I’m an undertaker.”
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Some time ago, a man had two sons.
As they got older, everyone quickly realized that Jackson was very sharp, while Blake was about as sharp as a spoon. They were both loved very much and cared for. As time went by, the father got sick and eventually passed away.
Jackson called his brother on the phone and told him: “Listen, I have an enormously important business meeting I must attend, but I will get on the first flight home. Here are my credit card details, please make sure dad looks his best and gets everything money can buy for his funeral, spare no expense!”
He wasn’t sure this was a great idea, given that Blake was… well, Blake, but he had no one else to call.
Surprisingly, Blake took care of everything, and did it with a rather decent budget. Jackson was pleasantly surprised and the funeral went well, if a sad and emotional affair for all.
A few months later Jackson calls Blake again. “Listen,” he says. “I don’t want to make accusations or nothin’, but could it be that you are still using my card for about $300 dollars every month? I can see it here on my credit report.”
“Of course not!” said Blake, insulted. “I would never steal from you, you know that!”
“Yea, I do.” Said Jackson, “But how do you explain these?”
“Oh,” said Blake, “I bet those are for dad’s tux. You said you wanted him to look his best so I rented the most expensive suit in town!”
