This Joke’s Ending Is Absolutely Wild
Old Mr. Harold had worked as a m*rt*cian for over forty years, and in all that time, nothing had ever truly sh*cked him.
One evening, the b*dy of a w*althy businessman named Mr. Schwartz arrived at the f*n*ral home for cr*m*tion.
As Harold prepared the b*dy, he suddenly stopped and stared in disbelief.
“Good heavens…” he muttered.
Mr. Schwartz possessed the largest m*nh**d Harold had ever seen in his entire career.
After a long moment, Harold shook his head and sighed.
“Mr. Schwartz… it would be a cr*me against history to let something like this disappear forever.”
So he carefully r*m*ved it, placed it in a preservation jar, and slipped the jar into his briefcase.
That night at home, Harold walked into the kitchen with a grin on his face.
“Honey,” he said to his wife, “I’ve got something here you simply won’t believe.”
Curious, she leaned closer as Harold slowly opened the briefcase and revealed the jar.
The moment she saw it, her eyes went wide.
She gasped, put a hand over her mouth, and shouted:
“OH MY GOD… SCHWARTZ IS D*AD?!”
