An attorney I know once drafted wills for an elderly husband and wife who had been somewhat apprehensive about discussing death. When they arrived to sign the documents, he ushered the couple into his office.
“Now,” he said to them, “which one of you wants to go first?”
Two old men are sitting in a bar.
One of them looks at the other & says, “You look familiar… where you from?”
The second old man replies “Ireland.”
The first old man looks astonished & says, “No way I’m from Ireland myself, what a small world!”
The second old man then looks at the first, “What city?”
The first old man says “Dublin?”
The second old man looks astonished
“No way! I’m from Dublin meself! What a small world.”
The first man looks at the second old man “What school did you go to?”
The second old man replies, “Saint Mary’s, class of ’89.”
The first old man is absolutely baffled. “NO WAY! Saint Mary’s class of 89 myself! What a small world!”
At this point, another man comes into the bar & says to the bartender, “Hey, Joe! Anything interesting going on?”
The bartender says, “Not really… but the Murphy twins are drunk again.”
I was on my way out of the house to meet with a cantankerous client, and I was dreading it. The look on my face must have given me away because my five-year-old daughter asked what was wrong.
“I’m going to meet a mean woman who always yells at Daddy,” I told her.
“Oh,” she said. “Say hi to Mom.”