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My Funeral and Self-Deprecating Humor
Self-deprecating humor is a valuable gift. I like making fun of myself, and girls seem to like that too.
You can find humor in almost any situation. I would be able to find humor at my funeral, but I won’t be at my own funeral. That really bothers me. There may, however, be some girls at my funeral.
Technically, I will be at my funeral, but I won’t be much for conversation. I will be dead.
Problem: I will be dead at my funeral.
That’s sad, because without conversation, I won’t be able to make self-deprecating jokes, and all of the girls there will be sad (which, in turn, is sad).
Solution: I will fake my death. At the funeral, I will rise out of the coffin accompanied by the fanfare of trumpets.
That will awaken the back pew.
It is easier for a rich man to fake his death than for a camel to enter the kingdom of heaven.
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