The witty ol' man worked the overnight at the heavenly

world cemetery, for forty-one years and counting. He

knew his time was almost done for they hired a new

young fella, Ray twenty-three years old. Full of energy,

embrancing his new gig, apt to experience something new.

The witty ol' man trained Ray for a couple of weeks,

so every night before training he told Ray, "never

disregard the body because it has no soul,"

Ray was sincere like the witty ol' man, he replied,

"of course not." Ray was a quick learner and

complimented the witty ol' man on the things he

couldn't do anymore.

Three months into his work Ray noticed that the witty

ol' man was constantly absent from work. The next

night the witty ol' man came in and told Ray, "you've

learned many things at this job, much more than when I

I first started." Ray looked towared the witty ol' man's

diminishing eye and with a sigh said, " will we ever

meet again sir?, for you know that I'll take care of

your body," the witty ol' man hysterically laughted

uttering, "HELL NO!, after what I've seen, I'm getting

cremated."