A Woman goes to the local newspaper office to see that the Obituary for her recently deceased husband is published.
The Editor informs her that there is a charge of 50 cents per word.
She pauses, reflects, and then she says, "Well then, let it read: "Fred Brown died."
Amused at the Woman's thrift, the Editor tells her that there is a
seven-word minimum for all Obituaries.
She thinks it over and in a few seconds says, In that case, let it read:
Fred Brown Died ... Golf Clubs For Sale."
The Editor informs her that there is a charge of 50 cents per word.
She pauses, reflects, and then she says, "Well then, let it read: "Fred Brown died."
Amused at the Woman's thrift, the Editor tells her that there is a
seven-word minimum for all Obituaries.
She thinks it over and in a few seconds says, In that case, let it read:
Fred Brown Died ... Golf Clubs For Sale."
