While an old man lay dying in his bedroom,
His family sat in the living room discussing his funeral arrangements.
Son Arthur said: ‘We’ll make a really big thing out of it. We’ll have five hundred people, and we’ll order fifty limos.
Daughter Emily disagreed.
‘Why do you want to waste money like that? Well, have the family and just a few friends. One limo for us will be plenty.’
Grandson Jim proposed: ‘We’ll have lots of flowers. We’ll surround him with dozens of roses and lilies.’
Granddaughter Kylie said: ‘That’s a complete waste! Well, have one little bouquet — that will be enough.’
Eventually, the rest of the family agreed that it would be foolish to spend lots of money on the funeral.
They would keep costs down to the bare minimum.
‘No use throwing money away” said son Edward.
Suddenly the voice of the old man could be heard., wafting weakly from the bedroom:
‘Why don’t you get me my trousers? I will walk to the cemetery.