Did you hear about the day that Clarence had dreaded for years, the day his wife passed away? He dialed up the funeral home and said, “Bessie has died this morning at the homestead. Would y’all please come and pick up her body?”
“Sure,” said the receptionist, “what’s your address?”
“It’s 1402 Eucalyptus.”
“How do you spell that,” she asked.
“Well, let’s see. It’s Y-u-k-a, no, it’s U-k-a-l-i-p. Ah...”
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