A funny thing happened on the way to a funeral.

My dad passed last week in our home, peacefully in his sleep. He was 94 and had severe Dementia.
All his life he was very funny and had a great sense of humor. He loved to make people laugh. All his nieces, nephews and his only grandson always got a big kick out of him.
In honor of his sense of humor and with all due respect, I will tell you about the funniest errand I ever ran.
I had to deliver a set of false teeth to the funeral home. They were in a green plastic case. Think about it.
It made all the difference in the world and I'm sure he's smiling down on me from the heavens above.
Why? Because now he can.