A man who had been prescribed Viagra dies in the act and rigor mortis has set into his private parts. The funeral director cant get the coffin lid nailed on and has to discuss the alternatives with the mans beautiful young widow. Im afraid that the only way to get the lid on is either to pay another $3,000 for an extra large coffin or to amputate his member.

Well I have no more money, states the widow, and it is against my religion for me to bury my husband in more than one piece.

The funeral director thinks about this and then comes up with a brain-wave: Hell amputate the member and then stick it up the deceaseds backside, in which case a more expensive coffin is unnecessary and the husband will still be, in a manner of speaking, in the one piece. The widow reluctantly agrees.

On the day of the funeral, the deceased is displayed in an open casket. As the mourners file by, one mourner places flowers on the coffin and a drop of water from the flowers falls onto the deceaseds face, looking for all the world like a teardrop.

The next mourner to file by is the widow. She looks down at her lifeless husband, notices the teardrop and says to him quietly, See, I told you it hurts!