Funeral Plans

As the old man lies dying in the bedroom, out in the parlor the family discusses funeral arrangements.

His son says, "We'll make a real big thing out of it. We'll have five hundred people. We'll order fifty limos."

His daughter retorts, "Why do you want to waste money like that? We'll have the family and maybe a few friends. One limo just for us."

They proceed. His grandson says, "We'll have lots of flowers. We'll surround him with dozens of roses and lilies, dozens and dozens."

His daughter again responds, "What a waste! We'll have one little bouquet, that's enough."

Suddenly, the voice of the old man is heard, wafting weakly from the bedroom, "Why don't you get me my pants? I'll justwalk to the cemetery."