So a cardiologist in a small town died
He was very well loved in the town, and every other doctor in the area came to his funeral. At the end they lowered him into the ground in a wondrous mahogany casket, shaped like a heart, lined with red velvet. It was a beautiful affair, but marred by a woman in the front row who couldn’t stop laughing. After he was in the ground, she apologized, wiping her eyes, “I’m so sorry, it’s just, I’m a gynecologist and I was imagining my own funeral.”
Everyone had a good laugh, but then the proctologist fainted.