02-11-2003, 08:14 AM
His Dying Wishes
An old man was critically ill. Feeling that death was near, he called his accountant. "I want to become an accountant. How much is it for the express degree you told me about?"
"It's 50,000," the accountant said. "But why? You'll be dead soon, why do you want to become an accountant?"
"That's my business! Get me the course!"
Four days later, the old man got his accounts degree. His accountant was at his bedside, making sure his bill would be paid.
Suddenly the old man was racked with fits of coughing and it was clear that this would be the end. Still curious, the accountant leaned over and said, "Please, before it's too late, tell me why you wanted to get a accounts degree so badly before you died?"
In a faint whisper, as he breathed his last, the old man said, "One less accountant..."
