When old Mr. O’Leary died, an elaborate wake was planned.
In preparation, Mrs. O’Leary called the undertaker aside for a private little talk.
“Please be sure to fasten his toupee to his head very securely.
No one but I knew he was bald,” she confided,
“and he’d never rest in peace if anyone found out at this point.
Our friends from the old country are sure to hold his hands and touch his head before they’re through paying their last respects.”
“Rest assured, Mrs. O’Leary,”
comforted the undertaker,
“I’ll fix it so that toupee will never come off.”
Sure enough, the day of the wake the old timers were giving O’Leary’s corpse quite a going-over,
but the toupee stayed firmly in place.
At the end of the day a delighted Mrs. O’Leary offered the undertaker an extra thousand dollars for handling the matter so professionally.
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly accept your money,”
protested the undertaker.
“After all…what’s a few nails?”