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.
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.
SHAKEDOWNVILLE almost 5 years ago
Take some Robitussin if you’re “coffin” too much.
Superfrog almost 5 years ago
It’s not the cough that carries you off. It’s the coffin they carry you off in.
PleaseStay6PixelsAway almost 5 years ago
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.
HappyDog/ᵀʳʸ ᴮᵒᶻᵒ ⁴ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿ ᵒᶠ ᶦᵗ Premium Member almost 5 years ago
Take your wife, please?
Zebrastripes almost 5 years ago
But, but, I’m claustrophobic …get me OUTTA HERRRRRRE
the lost wizard almost 5 years ago
Ask if they have a return policy?
kunddog almost 5 years ago
just donate your body to science, no cost
WCraft Premium Member almost 5 years ago
Maybe it needs a good shot of Fabreese ? Previously used?
KEA almost 5 years ago
Reminds me of the crazy old hypochondriac, Mrs. Snow, in Pollyanna
paulscon almost 5 years ago
This will be posted in most mortuaries today
cuzinron47 almost 5 years ago
You’re getting a little too eager to see me go. I keep telling you it’s just a cold.
paranormal almost 5 years ago
Don’t get the one made of satin; Satin doesn’t breathe.
NWdryad almost 5 years ago
Someone’s in a hurry.
Andylit Premium Member almost 5 years ago
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.