This posed a problem as he had been delivered to the funeral parlour in the black suit he was wearing when he died. However, the wife was adamant.
“I don’t care what it costs!” she said, handing the mortician a blank cheque. “Do whatever it takes.”
The mortician agrees and the next day called the widow back. When she arrived, the mortician revealed her husband in very sharp blue suit. The wife is very pleased.
“Thank you so much, this is perfect. Whatever it cost, it was worth it.”
The mortician handed her back the blank cheque.
“There is no charge, madam,” he said.
“I don’t understand,” the widow said. “How did you manage this for free?”
“Well, shortly after you left yesterday, another gentleman was delivered. He was similar in size and build to your husband and he was wearing a blue suit. I asked his next of kin if they would object to him being buried in a black suit instead of the blue one, and they said they didn’t care.”
“So you undressed them, and swapped the suits?” the widow said. “That must have been difficult.”
“Oh no,” said the mortician. “I just swapped the heads.”